Monday, February 27, 2012

Parting ways

Even if they say that the French are really proud, I would say they have all the reason to be, if not anything else, their beautiful capital would more than suffice. The little country has transformed the world in more number of ways than Fourier or Laplace could have imagined.
I prepare to leave the charming city with its cobbled paths, cafes, Bibliotheques, gardens, restos, the seine, picnics on the grand pelouse of Cite Universitaire, late night joggers at St. Michel, sad looking musicians in the rer's and tourists who buy eiffel tower keychains for 5 euros a piece.
No more walks back from school across parc de sceaux or asking questions in english during a french lecture or trying to sound french with my limited use of 'verlan'.
Each day had something to offer, perhaps a new word or a new way to check if a wine is good, seeing India from a French perspective, sharing with professors and classmates, the attempts to read voltaire and Sartre in french..It is with a heavy heart I say goodbye, but a year and a half has given me a lot to feel good about.