Paris! (last week...)

Again..., it's been a while. Our Internet situation has been touch-and-go since we departed St. Hilda's ten days ago — ten days ago! Yes, I was just about to launch into another exclamation of incredibility apropos of time's bizarrely dual speed of passage. Lightning fast and/or snail slow. Has it been two months or two weeks since this program began? Well, rather than blandly going on about the sensation, which I really shouldn't attempt to describe any further since, 1) I'm sure you're all familiar with the taste of this kind of time, and 2) it would take Proustian effort (and skill) to find the right metaphor(s) to do it justice. Instead, I'll try to get a few photos up while my four creative writing students churn out their Egan-inspired second-person snippet stories (more on what that means later, in case you're confused!).

To orient you, here's a quick rundown of the moves we've made since last I wrote. In brief: - on Thursday (7/11), we bussed from Oxford to London's St. Pancras Station (where I got to meet up with Hatty for one last breakfast and hug), boarded the 10am Eurostar, and arrived in Paris that afternoon; - we stayed in a cool, old, classy hostel in the Marais through Sunday afternoon (Quatorze juillet!/Bastille Day!); - and then we trekked back to the train station for the overnight train to Firenze (Florence). I'll try to get something up about the Italian half of our adventures soon. But, first... Paris!

To start, a few pics of the usual suspects (a.k.a. where you find yourself when in Paris with teens who have — for the most part — never been before...). As you can see, we've had extraordinary, sunshiny weather!

Our that first afternoon, I took a group of tired kids on an excursion to Montmartre. (And, yes, I did march them up the never-ending, underground, circular staircase at the Abbesses metro stop.) I seized the chance to introduce them to the incomparable vista and... some of the most delicious pastries in town. In other words, it worked perfectly for me to get my ritualistic Coquelicot tarte au citron — which, I'm sad to report, has gone a bit downhill since last I tasted it. The baguettes, however, smelled as delicious as ever. 20130721-102658.jpg

Then, after dinner at the hostel, an evening stroll across l'Île Saint-Louis and l'Île de la Cité to Pont Neuf, where we boarded one of the ubiquitous vedettes for a sunset ride up and then back down the Seine. 20130721-102418.jpg

You really do get amazing views of all the architecture and monuments from the water. Case in point: 20130721-102446.jpg

p.s. MDB — do you see what's in the foreground there...?! (ha)

Oh, I did manage to jot down a short and clunky paragraph in Paris — during our full-day major class, a week ago yesterday:

***** Travelogue: Saint Germaine, 6ème, Paris – Day 33

Bonjour, Paris!

I'm sitting on the terrasse at Les Deux Magots on Blvd Saint-Germaine with mes étudiantes, whom I have engaged in a Georges Perec-inspired writing exercise. Write down, in whatever form you like, as much as you can about the sights, sounds, and happenings around you. Observe. Document. Without, for once, considering style and diction and voice, work to capture the feeling of the flood of activity — passersby, traffic, conversation, tolling bells (as is the case now, at high noon), spoons clinking as chic Parisiennes stir their café crêmes, forks and knives clattering on plates as men simultaneously chew their lunch and gesture animatedly, efficient mutterings of the bow-tied waiters as they circulate with their silver platters aloft, white cloths draped over their arms. Get it all down on the page. Witness how it changes your experience of the moment. Later, perhaps, we'll mine these details for a longer, shapelier piece of writing....