City of Light

I've arrived. I've made it to the City of Light via India, Air India that is, and suprisingly it was the best service I've had on a flight, ever. The double decker plane took off out of Newark Intrnl at 9 pm and touched down at Charles de Gaulle at 10 am the next morning. Direct flight, no layovers, dinner and breakfast served on the plane and voilà, Frech keyboards add the accent, voilà. I was very nervous about making it from the plane to the baggage claim to the money exchange and finally to the Paris metro but I'm proud to say that I used my french, the minimal amount that I know, Bonjour, Parlez vous anglais? Merci. And just like that I made my way through the airport and onto the Paris Metro with £50.00. I got off at the Luxemburg Station as advised by my student handbook, bought a mozzerella and tomato bagguatte with my euro and with the above stated French I asked for directions to 93 Saint Michele. Two blocks and there I was, Foyer International de Estudiantes. I was jetlag so I checked into my room, made my bed and slept for 5 hours. That evening I was treated to dinner by NYU along with the 15 other students, herring and potatoes, roasted lamb and fresh fruit and sorbet for dessert, at a divine Morrocan resturant. On our walk back to the dormitory we saw mimes, inline skating performers and break dancers, I even danced in the in the stret in front of Notre Dame and walked along the Seine. Thus far Paris is great, I'm having the time of my life.





C'est la vie,





blackgirlinparis