Project Two (Part deux)

Project Two

Project One

Then off to Madrid, Spain with my Mom

En Paris avec mon mère (my Mom)

Versailles!!!!!

The Hall of Mirrors

Eiffel Tower:

Up the Tower.....On Top of the World!

My Kiss on the Tower.....yes!!!

(Think like a tower)

Mom gets her kiss too:

Arc de Triomphe:

Palais Royal:

Montmartre:

Moulin Rouge:


Mom and the Moulin Rouge (work it!):


Me in Ameile's Cafe:




Sacre Coeur

Free day Down South...Horseback riding and then the beach

Mama Hallet pumped for the day!!!

Some of our new friends

The Horse masters:

On the road again...

Erik got this shirt especially for the day:

Me and my horse:

Group lunch before the beach: Cin Cin

The beach......!!!!!!!

Sketch booking it up...attempting to...

Southern France

Stockholm....got tired of Paris already...?

Love in Paris

What is it about Paris that makes people feel as though they are in love? Here the public display of affection is as abundant as fresh baked baguettes, Chanel tweed suits and models that just stepped off the cover of another fashion magazine. You can’t help yourself wanting someone to be in love with in Paris. My only issue has been the shear fact that I am lacking a boyfriend. So I have been turning the city into my affair of the semester. So far our relationship is working. It is certainly nothing to my last relationship to Roma, Italy but I think I will manage.

Thus far I am averaging attempts of pickups or cat calls from somewhere between 2-3 men a day. I can’t lie; I really don’t mind it that much. All I know is that one week into Paris I know is that I have been living in the wrong country my whole life in regards to my ability to pick up men. I AM MOVING TO PARIS!!!

Cast of Characters....Decoding the populous of Paris

Paris is literally all the people of 5^th Avenue from New York City dropped into a radial designed city. Lose the New Yorker attitude and pick up a HUGE dose of arrogance. Mix that with a loathing for President Bush with this week’s latest fashion and baguette in hand…and viola, you have your typical Parisian.

There is certainly no cast of characters like there was in Italy for me but people watching is just as fun. I have been truly amused by the men here. They are so forward and delighted to compliment a woman any chance they can get even when is hand in hand with her boyfriend. All I can say is “thank God” that ‘fiancé’ is a French word…it has certainly gotten me out of uncomfortable situation with several men, though they manage to still be forward.

Taking on the City

Palais Royale....AMAZING!!!

Notre Dame