Warning: this is a rant.

To fully explain my day, a short backstory is necessary. I am in the process of getting my "carte de sejours", which is basically a long stay visa which says I am studying in France and not going to leach  off of  french social benefits. I have been in the process of attaining this magical passport stamp for quite some time, and the last step in my journey is a doctors appointment which will approve me healthy and able. However, I moved apartments over the holidays and my address change got lost in the hubub, meaning that the governement had no way of notifying me of the appointment. Long story short - I am going to Prague on thursday, and the only documentation of my status in France is an expired temporary visa. Not the best. So, I decided to call my father - his suggestion, which seemed like a good one, was to go to the Canadian embassy and plead my cause. Which begins my day:

10.00 - ride metro to the 8th arroundissement to the embassy (with high hopes may i add)

10.45 - after getting a little lost at the biggest roundabout in Paris, find the embassy, go through a series of security devices and xray machines and get my number. 

11.30 -  told by an not so welcoming embassy personal that Canada can't help me, I need french immigration servies

12.00 - realize that in my flustered state i rode the metro 4 stops in the wrong direction.  

13.00 - waiting in line at the French Immigration office back in the 11th arroundissement

13.20 - told that I have no reason to be here and should be at the Police Precinct in the first

13.40 - on the metro to the 1rst arroundissement, notice that the what i thought was friendly homeless men squished next to me is holding a KNIFE. Hop off metro and get into a different car (strangely enough my reason for moving was not my own safety but the thought that if the guy made a pass at my bag I would lose all documents and be 10 steps behind in the terrible cat and mouse game that is french bureacracy)

14.10 - go through many a security check point to be let into the visa office at the precinct. Met by an even angrier women then the Canadian and told that the student visa office has branched out - to the 18th.

14.20 - short crying jag by the river.

14.35 - back on the metro, this time to the very last stop up north.

15.00 - lost in the 18th.

15.30 - Go through metal detectors, find the right door, grab a number.

16.00 - for the first time, finally get to sit down face to face with someone in a cubicle. Start to tear up in gratitude.

16.30 - am giving the magical doctors appointment, on a Thursday, the day before i leave for prague. This may have been partially dear to to the fact that i was a) soaking wet form the rain b) on the verge of tears  c) the most gracious (and pathetic) person in the world

17.00 - In bed with a jar of nutella.

Today I went to 4 different offices, rode the metro 7 times (and transfered 4 times), went through 3 xray machines, got whistled at 2 times, and ate 1 pick-me-up pain of chocolate. 

Lesson learned - persist, persist, persist. And French bureaucracy is a terrible unavoidable thing.

why is it snowing.

My internet has decided to act up again, which means my only computer entertainment is word and I can’t access my online readings (and Desperate housewives…damn addictions). The Internet at my new place is very fickle. At the moment the sound of Norwegian laughter over Skype is taunting me, as Rag seems to be connected while I am not. Today the temperature also managed to drop around 5 degrees with no warning at all. Yesterday I was skipping around with an open jacket; today I was plodding to the bank with frozen feet. I had 3 classes today, and in my daydreaming and window gazing in the first one I noticed the air was filled with big floating snowflakes, for the second class it was fast hard rain hail and for the last class there was a glimpse of sun. It’s hard to concentrate on your lecturer when there is a more fascinating new meteorological phenomenon going on every hour. The weather, like the Internet, seems to have become fickle.

Despite odd weather patterns, life in Paris is good, in a comfy-worn-in flannel-pj’s with-red-wine-and-fresh-baguette-and-a-good-movie kind of good. This is different from the new-sights-new-sounds-new-people kind of good, but is equally pleasing in a different way. I have been doing a lot of hermit-ing with Rag this week in preparation for the hurricane of social events and traveling that is soon to hit.

Arriving on Sunday, there will be four kids from UBC coming to stay in our little flat, which will bring lots of noise and excitement. A week after that I am off to eastern/central Europe for a quick 10 day tour, the following weekend I am going to see a favorite band in Lyon and after that I’m going to see a Yeasayer, which is described by a friend as “hippie/indie”.
In other news I have officially mastered the Laundromat! (Yes, the terribly exciting life I lead in Paris).

My old apartment had its own little washer so I never had to venture out with my laundry and a fistful of change. Yesterday I learned that apparently Laundromats are social hotspots, as one rather persistent Frenchman decided to be a Good Samaritan and help me with my laundry. Emphasis on persistent.

Last bit – classes are really good semester. Definite highlight is my climate politics class, and I actually managed to switch courses midterm to bump myself up a level in French.
But really….WHY IS IT SNOWING IN PARIS !?

Lazy Sunday

Spending the day catching up on readings, important emails, and of course Desperate Housewives.  I also have a week long break coming up and I am trying to figure out what to do with it - right now the 2 big options seem to be to go to Prague and Budapest with my crew of American friends (and our token french guy) or go visit a good friend in Nottingham, home of Robin Hood. I need to make a decision soon so planes and trains stay cheap.

Its been a pretty good "normal life" weekend. I finally did the walk from school to my new place, making sure to stop at Ile St. Louis for the BEST icre cream in Paris. (Berthillon) On my stroll I witnessed a group of tourists playing with the funky playground equipment behind Notre Dam so vigorously that one of them got thrown off spinning disk. I shouldn't laugh at people falling, but this was a pretty spectacular trajectory. On Saturday I did some more exploring - Rag and I went up to the 20th to do some thrift store hunting and to discover a new neighborhood. 

Saturday night  was fun, but I managed to get myself into trouble due to running my mouth off. After a couple glasses of wine I may or may not have directly insulted a group of girls from Queens by calling them boring. I need to watch out for that. 

I also realized that i really dislike the St. Michel bar district - I know i am being pretentious hating on the tourist spots and calling fellow Canadians boring but to be fair, the tourist spots are expensive and crowded and discussing the new floral line at Aritzia when you just arrived in Paris IS boring.  (says the girl on episode 22 season 5 of desperate housewives.)

ok. time to hide my computer in Rags room and return to my 20 pages of reading on the history of French ideology. The things i put myself through.

Affortable Eating

Last weekend was spent in Berlin: exploring, eating, drinking, discussing, and generally having a good time. However, the student feel of Berlin made me realize just how expensive Paris really is. This lead me to attempt to try to live cheaper without compromising too many of my tasty habits (such as my try a new desert a week rule). So, my problematic: is it possible to enjoy Paris food on budget?
Discoveries:

1. Markets. I have recently moved to the 11th, which means I am now walking distance from at least a one market a day. This means there is always affordable produce 10 minutes away if I manage to get out of bed early enough and head over with my reusable bag. However, what me and my roommate discovered the real trick to mastering the market is show up as it is closing (between 12:30 and 1 is optimal – too early and you don’t get deals, to late your left empty handed). Showing up at closing time is not for those who are picky and have a dinner in mind – bargain produce hunters are stuck with what is trying to be unloaded at the end. With that said, last Sunday I managed to get a kilo each of potatoes, onions, carrots, green beans and broccoli for under 4 euro. For the past week dinner has consisted of veggie soups and stir fries, but nothing really beats fresh veggies.

Bastille market on Sunday has absolutely everything, from produce to poultry to amazing cheeses. I usually go to Place Allègre, which is on metro stop ledru-rollin and where my good friend Nicole used to live. There is a morning produce market and an inclosed area with fish, meat, cheese, and any kind of turquish dip you could ever want.


2. Getting dinner for free. I know, I know, “there is no such this as a free lunch”. However – free dinner does exist! There are a series of student bars in paris that include dinner if you get two drinks. The place I went gave out a huge portion of one of my favorite meals, moules frites (mussles and fries) if you purchased 2 beers for 2.50 each. It was a good deal and a better meal.

Metro Parmentier for this bar, Tuesday and Wednesday are mussle nights and they serve couscous on Fridays and Saturdays. A good way to start (or end) a solid night on the town, as Parmentier is walking distance from the fun (and cheaper then left bank) bar strip at Oberkamph.


Other then enjoying cheap food, life here has been good. I went to a “fluo” party (which I thought would be the French version of tight and bright) but I definetly ended up being one of the only spots of color in a club filled of the usual black clad French crowd. Learning experience.