On This, The Day of Your Birth

So it's not so much that I forgot that I had a blog I had to write on, but that I am living in Paris and the weather has changed from freezing. It is as if any of the doubts or hesitations I had about being here have left with the cold. Again, aren't I just so damn poetic? It is truly magical here. Now I understand all the movies and stories of love that are based here. It is the city that you love. The different Arrondissements all fade so smoothly into one another yet each have their own distinct style and feel. Each day I feel more comfortable walking around and taking the metro, and straying farther and farther from what I know. I do, however, really, really suck at remembering my camera. And even if I do remember it, I always forget to take it out and use it. I'm always so caught up in the beauty of everything, or the fast pace of everything, that I am not thinking of pictures. It is also my secret plan to only give you a few pictures throughout the semester, but continue my breathtakingly beautiful writing so that you get so curious you will all come and visit so that I can drag you around myself. It's a good idea, no? I thought so.
So what have I been up to since I last posted. Oh so much. I've been to Parisian bars, the oldest flea market in Paris, the oldest University in Paris (and the world) and oh hey I take classes there, booked a trip to Nice, gone on a million walks, gone to the Shakespeare and Company bookstore (heaven), made a whole bunch o' friends, spoke some french, ate some fantastic french cheese, ate some fantastic french pastries, drank some fantastic french wine, learned some stuff, and wore jeans without tights underneath (yay!). So basically it's been a pretty fabulous February, or fevrier (with an accent over the e) as the french call it. I love it here. Ya'll should come visit.
Now, let me say some quick words about my Sorbonne professor. Madame Sophie Jehiel is...well...just a tad bit crazy. She is a tiny little french woman (she is of Korean dissent and wanted us to know that she has never been), about five feet tall, finds herself hysterically funny, hates non-french speakers, and finds our struggles even funnier than her own humor. She wears an outfit that matches right down to her rings. She wears the same outfit Monday through Wednesday and a new one Thursday and Friday. I cannot stress enough how much she matches, I wish I could take a picture of each outfit, they get me through my total confusion everyday.
So I promise that I will post more. And I really do promise to start taking more pictures. I am finally comfortable enough to use technology in public without fear that it will be stolen.
And on a final note, I would like to wish a wonderfully happy birthday to my wonderfully happy mother Laura. I love you!!! (It's still your birthday in Boston)

As Woody Allen said,

"Paris in the morning is beautiful
Paris in the afternoon is charming
Paris in the evening is enchanting
But Paris after midnight is MAGIC"