So, after all the mess and the tears and the red tape and the worry... I am in Paris.

It's totally different from being a tourist. Totally. I remember when I was here for a week. It was like being on perpetual high, even with a stoner like Dan for company. You are like a child in a glorious candy shop. You want to see, touch, taste, feel everything at once. The kind of overflowing excitement that only the very young feel frequently.

I would say that this one week plus, I have been more sedated. Haha. It's not like 'OMGGGGG' in my mind all the time. (Well, not due to excitement at least. It's due to the mindnumbing cold, and the chill that slaps you sharp across your cheeks.)

The first week was really about settling in, getting down to administrative details etc. Tedious and scary in a place where you don't speak the language.

Then Khairul landed. Haha. This few days have been more focused on seeing Paris! Since he's been here, we're had a boat cruise down the Seine, gone to Montmarte (and a Dali museum!) and Chinatown. I have so many pretty pictures, so many. I am reluctant about the picture taking- perhaps it's that line from Two Days in Paris that's got me. It was something along the lines of taking a photo makes you an observer, it takes you out of the moment. And then, I'd feel a bit like I was cheating on Paris... or not experiencing it to the fullest... by stopping to take a photo, to immortalise a moment. And then there's the finger-numbing cold to discourage fiddling with intricate knobs...

Oh. And I'm totally dead regarding the Sciences Po methodology thingum. I must try to figure it out soon... I feel like it might be easier if I'm in my actual classes... you know, history classes. But oh well.