La Classe Francaise, avec mon bon professeur
As you can guess, my days are becoming a bit busied for time. I rushed to school on Thursday to access the internet, but the half hour flew by as I responded first to all my e-mails. So, forgive the petit nature of the posting.
Thursday morning I visited again Le Cimetiere du Pere Lachaise to find beloved Frederic Chopin, Amedeo Modigliani, et Edith Piaf. Under a cloud-freckled sky and armfuls of flowers, these folk rest in peace. Just in my one morning visit, each of the resting places received dozens of guests. The time here with all of them and their monuments reminded me to be more intentional in my own life and with my own family, visiting those precious folk who have been so precious to me. (Grandma, I have thought about Grandpa every day since I have been here in Paris, meditating on his days in the Second World War.) Honestly, I regret not having been more intentional thus far. Father Lachaise graces me with a essential lesson. Merci beaucoup, Pere Lachaise.
After classes ending at 7:00 p.m. (or 19:00 h.), I returned to my homestay for dinner and packing my things for a final overnight there. I spent some time with my roommate Sylvia from Mexico and mes parents franchaise, dutifully gathering all of my things together and tidying up my space. I have learned much here, probably some of the most important things. At two weeks' end, I am glad to be moving on to an apartment in le cinqieme arrondisement - Le Quartier Latin. I will now spend the remaining days of my holiday with my mother and discover the city of Paris with a person much beloved. The change will be nice and, of course, more known. As I have said, "Je suis pret." I am ready.
My location will change this evening and, according to the description, I will have internet access. This is my hope as to continue posting. Though, admittedly, I will be on MORE of a vacation then. So, I am not sure that I will post every day. I will delight though in continuing to share the images and reflections of this journey here in Paris, France. It is my honor and pleasure to do so.
A thought
A hope
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