Today was that rare day where a few girl friends and I grabbed a blanket, some typical french food items, a bottle of wine, and camped out on the Champs de Mars for the afternoon. It was so sunny and pleasant. We laughed, and the other Parisians thought we were tourists. It was a lovely moment, until I realized that I was late for class again.
My presentation on US International Drug Control Policy went well, even if I was slightly late. Then afterwards, there was a petite market on Rue Saint Dominque. Paul met me after work, he spoke incessantly about UNESCO goings-on. Usually I am enthralled by this, but all I could focus on was how beautiful the city was. Paris really does come alive in the spring. Of course you notice that the buildings are beautiful and the crazy women with stiletto heels, but today I realized how beautiful my little corner of the city is. The old women and their dogs, the little informal farmers market, and just the ambiance of it all. Somehow in the day to day, class to class rush, I forget to look around and take a breath.