Où est Madame?

Paris, France

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So finally got around to making a blog of adventures abroad! Appropriately christened, “Ou est madame,” for the following reasons:

  1. One of the most prominent themes of the dialogue seems to be “où est madame?!” Managing a group of 22 excited college students aged 18-21, set loose in the arrondissements of Paris, our professor had her work cut out for her. In fact, a few students even invented a smooth new dance move called “où est madame,” which consists of placing the right hand above your eyes, as if searching for someone, and scanning from side to side while furrowing your brow and looking confused.
  2. On one of the first days in Paris, while sitting at a restaurant, I was referred to as “madame” for the first time. The other girls at our table, who admittedly were 2-3 years younger, were referred to as “mademoiselle.” Owch- growing up hurts. Guess I just looked extra mature that day…?

So basically to recap the last 6(?) days, we’ve been sightseeing in Paris, seeing the popular tourist attractions, while also enjoying the Parisian lifestyle (fine dining, buttery pastries, colorful macaroons, chilling by the Seine, etc.) Some of the most memorable highlights include: the Eiffel Tower (obviously), Notre Dame, Sacré Coeur, Montmartre, Rue de Saint Michael, Latin Quarter, Montparnasse, Champs Elysees, L’arc de Triumph, Le Marais, Musee D’Orsay, Modern Art Museum, Jardin du Luxembourg, Jardin des Tulleries, Versailles, and much more!

Other than checking sights off our mental checklist, we also made sure to set aside time to relax and enjoy Paris as the locals do. Sipping coffee (or eating gelato in my case) in a cafe for a few hours, hanging out on the grass by the Eiffel Tower, playing cards at dusk along the seine, navigating the metro without data-enabled smartphones (struggles, let me tell you), conversing with locals (more like asking for directions, but hey, every interaction in French counts)- we made sure to take full advantage of every waking hour in Paris.

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