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For June and July it seems UCLA flocks to Paris, giving me the opportunity to join the history program on a beautiful walk through Père Lachaise. Its an old expensive cemetery in the 20th arrondisement where one can find Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf, Chopin, and Oscar Wilde (le plus important, selon moi). The walk was amazing, and Teo is one of the best profs at UCLA, he deeply cares about the history and students appreciation of it. I had such an excellent time (thanks to Mlle Park who invited me along). Only sad side was I left quite early in the morning and was told that thunderstorms would rage the whole day, and dressed for the worst, leaving my camera behind, only to discover blue skies and a relentless sun. I will simply have to return again, and bring lipstick for Wilde's tomb.

The evening brought more walking, indoors this time, at the Louvre.


Due to the tardiness of our arrival, our guide practically ran us through some of the rooms, stopped at some of the big paintings (yes Mona Lisa too), and constantly shushed everyone around us, then would repeat words in english a great deal, even though we repeatedly assured him we wanted the tour in french. Yet, he was very knowledgeable. I will need several more trips to take in even a small portion of what is there.

Oh, and today my roomie and I lunched at a co-op restaurant, hence the title of the blog, Les Temps des Cerises on rue butte aux cailles. I'm often reminded at times like this how much vocab I lack, staring at the prix fixe menu, deciphering. Luckily a kind older gentleman, with an air of intellectual, leftist radicalism, but in a proffesor way, leaned over, although he didn't have to go far as we were seated at a picnic table style setting, and offered to translate. Unfotunately he left before dessert, but it was actually fun ordering that blind, I mean it is hard to order a bad dessert. Generally, it was tasty and the staff...well honestly they poked a little fun at the american tourists (us) but it was in a friendly manner, I think we'll wander back tonight.

Again, kisses!