Cause if I had waited any longer, my family would've disowned me.



My big ugly mug at the Musee D'Orsay. Photos forbidden. I was chased around by old
volunteers wagging their fingers all day long. Their POINTER fingers.



Wannabe baobab in the Jardin des Plantes.

I loved this. Its the backside of the Natural History Museum, which is on my list. Apparently there are hundreds of taxidermed (Real word? Not certain.) animals, all stuffed "in motion", and there all look like there in a big rush to head out the front door. Some famous dude being haloed by what I'm assuming are sawfish bones.

The Mosque in Paris. I guess there's only one. Super photogenic building. Don't worry, there's more.

See.

Ooh, look, another one!

I decided to make a Arab/Muslim day out of it, and after a mini photo shoot at the Mosque and the Arab World Institut (See above), I headed home and had some mint tea. All I was missing were the tiny cups. Well, I guess an Arab or a Muslim might have sufficed.

Pretending I'm deep and artsy.

For Dad. Me. In a park. Cold.

Kinda fuzzy, but I think you all might know what that thing is.

I'd like to think I look SLIGHTLY more french than this at some point during this sejour.

Alicia, an old exchange student, and I in front of the American cemetary near Metz, near the border with Germany. They were kinda happy to have us around that time.

Attention! First crepe.

Did I warn the vegetarians about this photo? Hmmm....

View from my bedroom window. Snowy day in Antony.

My room. If it looks like a cozy dorm, then it must be a cozy dorm, right?

Pecos. Me. Nuff said.

My clementine cake. Juicy. Really. It was.

The french love their carousels.

Wild Mushroom Tarte.