As the events that happened prior to the tragic erasure of all of my photos do not have visual documentation, I decided that I would begin with the events that do.
Last weekend, I went on a trip with my two friends Tarik (who is the only other exchange student from Hopkins) and Max (a very cool guy from Finland) to Montmarte.
The goal of our trip was to visit 2 places: La Basilique du Sacré-Cœur (The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Jesus) and Le Musée de l'érostisme de Paris (The museum of eroticism of Paris), because it is generally best to combine a visit to a church with exhibits of pornography.
We met at the metro station Pigalle, in order to pass by the museum, which is right near the metro station, see the Moulin Rouge and Le café des Deux Moulins (the café from the movie Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelié Poulain, after which this blog titled), go to Sacré-Cœur, make a loop and go to the museum afterwards.
Well, the first part of the trip went well. We met at Pigalle (an area known for it's sex shows and prostitutes, so the museum of eroticism is appropriately located there), politely declined cocaine, walked past a multitude of sex shows without succumbing to temptation, and arrived and Moulin Rouge.
Because it costs 100+ euros to get in, we were satisfied with our photos of its exterior.
We turned up the street to go to Le café des Deux Moulins. We had planned to eat there, but because it was packed, we also were forced to be satisfied with enjoying its exterior too. Though, I did go back later all by myself when it was much less packed, so there are pictures of this super-cool café from the inside.
We finally made it to Sacré-Cœur. Boy, it was beautiful. We spent the afternoon walking around and enjoying its grandeur, and the nice weather. And, the performers there that day were also pretty awesome - I've included a modern dancing mime in a mask, and guy who did really cool tricks with a ball.
After a fun afternoon, we decided to go see the pornography after all. We took our time, promenading through the beautiful, scenic Montmarte, when all of a sudden Max lets out a cry of anger, and something green hits my bag. The first thing I think when I see several globs of green on my bag is "Who threw guacamole at us!? And WHY?!"
However, when Max started cursing about the fact that a bird shit on his head, I realized what had happened. I did make him feel much better when I told him that I had thought it was guacamole, and also, when I sacrificed the water I had bought for 2 euros for him to wash it out of his hair.
After the pooping incident, we felt a bit embarrassed, and you can't go the the museum of eroticism feeling embarrassed, because it maxes you out. We did go in for a little, where I did take some pictures, but I feel the content is too inappopriate.
Anyhow, that is all for my first post. I know it's not very exciting, but if I start off with the most exciting stories, the rest will be disappointing! :P
Bisous,
Maggie
