Paris, Je t'aime!

Tonight before the rain the air was perfectly warm, with a hint of crisp. Ging and I walked from my house, along the streets of Montmartre, to our favorite little restaurant where we wined and dined and giggled. She walked me home and gave me a goodnight kiss. A pretty perfect date. Actually, the close to a great day, as before we had gone to Pompidou to see Calder and Kandinsky, and then vintage shopping in the Marais. Only three more weeks in Paris, we are definitely making the most of it. Last night was also fun...Bregman and Lauren joined us for sushi and then giant mojitos in one of the best bars of Odeon,  both down to earth and illuminated- by -the- candle-light-elegant. We ventured to Chez Moune for lesbian night with Jamie, but then it was closed, so we laughed and went home. It was still lovely. These nights in Paris are getting fewer. It's only recently that I've realized how lucky I am to have this much beauty in my life. 

With this new Parisian life, has come a new Parisian attitude. I make fun of French people, it's true. But the attitude I've acquired here I am eternally grateful for. It's the french no bullshit, holier than thou, in your face, attitude. I am so so happy! I realized through an odd series of events, that I've taken on this attitude. And well, I just wanted to write a silly post so I don't forget the beautiful things I've done in the last few days and my new self discovery which has begun to transform me in many ways! woo!

A) Recently a friend who is visiting asked me if after being in Paris so long it has lost some of its magic. I thought about it for a while I realized: Paris has just begun to start working its magic...

B) My host mother's laugh reminds me of Grandmaman from Gigi and this makes me happy. So does Gigi.

In other news, a video from Bruges that I love.

WOWtwopostsinonenight!

So, I just realized why French people ARE in fact, ridiculous and cranky (because they really,

really are, and the longer I'm here the  more I am completely unashamed in supporting the stereotype).....They don't eat enough! I KNOW, brilliant. I just realized that if you eat for dinner a scoop of pasta and a scoop of salad, you are probably in a constant state of hunger, and therefore constantly uptight and cranky. I just figured it out. 

In other news, Bruges was amazing, here are pics, you can be jealous.

When the sun comes out, everything seems to change. The leaves on a tree begin to sparkle as the sunlight filters through them, couples with their small dogs dressed up in tiny knit sweaters grace the sidewalks, the teeth of an old man's smile become opaque, and calmly wash over me and remind me of home. Perhaps the presence of the light is a delayed reflection of those things we cannot notice when it is dark, a mail-in rebate that arrives months later. The appearance of light permits us to view the reflection the mirror had kept from us, the reflections enveloped by the mirrors own deceitful mechanisms. Today the light lingered. Filtering through my thoughts, soothing my mind, yet prying at something unspoken. Living in Paris for the past seven months has been, conveniently and like most things in my life, about the light(but only in terms of the dark). Here, in Paris I have found love, friendship, and integrity. I go out with my friends at night, and return home with my girlfriend feeling so "Parisian." Not because I've just spent my time smoking, drinking beer, and socializing with French models, but because I've spent my time with some of the most down to earth people I have ever met, laughing and talking about farting, cross dressing, and Seinfield. I can't get enough.  Of my love, of my friends, and most of all of this city- there is still so much to explore.

Today it dawned on me: only three more months left!