A Curfew
After the madness yesterday, we were enthused that we needed to be back by four o'clock to head out. Our group went to the Louvre in the morning to do some other homework; Amanda and I aren't in humanities, so we promised to meet up at some point. I got lost (literally, I couldn't get out) in the Roman and Greek sculpture yet again and definitely saw some statues from Pride and Prejudice. Luckily I made it out in time to find a loo and meet up with Amanda...but Annie, Carolyn and Kim were nowhere to be found.
After some thirty minutes, we decided to go back to the Pompidou so Amanda could do her last bit of homework. I went through the display a second time and subsequently sat down on a bench in the hall. A group of students went by, and then a couple who seemed to be in their early forties. The woman glanced around for a second, and then started furiously kissing the man (apparently there was no security? Small children?). I tried not to laugh. Paree holds the key to her heart...
Amiens
Yet another charming village built around its cathedral. The place was closed when we arrived that evening; we unpacked, ogled over the swank hotel rooms this time, and headed out for some margarita pizza down the lane. Dr. Seely was so excited to show us some of his favorite exterior architecture, particularly during the light show that evening. Lazers would color the faces, robes, and crowns of every gothic detail on the facade, and he promised we would never see Gothic architecture the same way again. It felt like we were going to a concert.
So of course it was cancelled. In the words of Dr. Seely, "We're mad as hell." I didn't find out any of this, however; I hung back and chatted with Rachel and Amanda. Apparently, there was a sign in Versailles that said "No running. No yelling. No handbills" and then, superimposed on where it said "biking", someone had put a sticker that read "Moose." "No Moose." We cracked up laughing and now don't know the prophets carved outside Amiens cathedral. Ah, well.
I called Dad and told him I'd been robbed. He seemed more impressed than anything else--we chatted for some ten minutes or so before it started getting expensive. I hadn't talked to anyone from home in a month and it was good to hear about it.
A bit of grocery shopping for lunch the next day, where I bought Beof Borgingon (however you spell it), ravioli, and a jar of applesauce. Annie had a rough time before we went to sleep, just angry about the gossiping and troubles forced on everyone. She, for one, was excited to go back to London.
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