The sun will come out...

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Probably never. I left sunny (see: skin cancer inducing,  blinding) Orlando, for a city who only dresses in gray. It suits Paris though, the rain, the grayness, the muted tones. When you spot color, it  surprises you. People dress to complement the city, not oppose it. 

Last weekend I spent my first night in Paris, in. a. 6. bed. hostel. As someone who skipped the traditional college experience, this was a bit of a shock. Being a slightly paranoid person, who is ready to be attacked at any moment, I chose the the bottom bunk closest to the exit.  I met up with two other  au pairs for some drinks and English conversation. When I returned to the hostel there were at least 3 strangers sleeping in the room, although I can't be sure. Not knowing hostel etiquette (is there such a thing?) and feeling like an intruder, I left the lights off when I entered and bumped my head at least 6 times before finding my bed. I slept in my clothes because wine consumption equals heightened paranoia.  I would give staying in hostels a zero star rating and place it slightly above sleeping in a  metro station in terms of safety and comfort. That being said, I'll be there again this weekend. 

I finally got into Musee D'orsay and it was magical.  I have mixed feelings on taking pictures of art, but I figured it would be nice to highlight my favorite pieces here. I also saw Macbeth which was mind blowing if you're into death, madness, and Shakespeare. I give the film and museum each a thousand star rating.  

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I could stare at this for days

I could stare at this for days

Gates of Hell

Gates of Hell

Lana Del Rey I think

Lana Del Rey I think

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Hail Macbeth

Hail Macbeth

BE OUR GUEST

BE OUR GUEST




Tara Cunningham