Day 41- Monday 18 July

Today's class was notable for our reading poetry; I'd done fine with it in high school, but as soon as you switch languages, Nothing, like this:

maybe with little prepositions strung in there, more like:

and ,

the

because every word in [good] poetry means something, and you can understand what goes on in novels without knowing exactly what is going on, but this absolutely cannot happen with poetry, and words cannot describe .... I understood that it rhymed, though. Right, so a few hours of class, then we picked up Layne from her apartment and went on to Notre Dame, oh and this was today's pastry, a tartlette au citron, THE BEST:

Ah yes, and now Notre Dame, here we have a rose window and prayer candles:

And here is a bit of the apse, behind the altar:
And poor Saint Ferdinand, see the glowing box thing? You put in two euros and get a medallion of the cathedral, and there are different ones, with Jesus, angels, the building, I don't even know:
Yup, the nave as seen from the entrance, illiterate tourists amongst the aisles even though signs in five languages tell them not to be:
And now we're walking away:
And we went across the street to Shakespeare and Company, a British bookstore wherein all of the employees were British and the top bit was actually an English library full of old books and places like theatre seats and cots to sit on and just read, apparently for however long you wanted to.
The aisles and the whole place was very narrow, as seen below, and sections of the wall were covered in love notes to the store/library:
Afterwards, we did a bit of tourist shopping, then Ingrid and I caved and got gyros and you know, I actually quite like this photo, I'm definitely channelling some serious Tori in it:

Though Ingrid's turned out better aperture-wise. We're in a pedestrian street of the Latin quarter, and afterwards they split off and I had to get some groceries, yadda, good day.