Posted by Rebecca King on 07.03.2011
July 2, 2011
I feel as if I am in a dream. After months of anticipation and preparations, we arrived in Paris this morning. Despite the fact that I am actually here, it still seems too good to be true. Today, ballet was far from our minds, as we aimlessly explored the streets of Paris.
We began by leaving our hotel and strolling through the streets, heading towards the Seine. On the way we were thrilled to find a Miami City Ballet poster on the sidewalk and could not resist the urge to pose next to it for a photo. As we continued to walk, we passed café after café looking for just the right meal. In the end the perfect meal fell right into our laps. Across the street from the Jardin de Luxembourg, we found a small sandwicherie selling sandwiches that were cheaper if you took your meal to go. So we of course snagged the deal, picking out a proscutto sandwhich with pesto, fresh mozzarella and grilled eggplant in a paper bag. We crossed the street and entered the magical world of the Jardin du Luxembourg, where hundreds of Parisians were lounging in the sun with their families, or their friends, or their cheese and wine. We plopped down on the lawn over looking a gorgeous view of the Palais du Luxembourg.
I could not believe what I was seeing. I sat, enjoying my sandwich, in silence. Is this real? Am I really here in this historic piece of history? Someone pinch me.
On our way back to the hotel we stopped at a café that is sure to become a regular place for us. We decided that we would get a bottle of wine, so I tried to order in French. I asked, “May I please have a box of red wine?” I got an extremely confused look from the man behind the counter. Fortunately, his co-worker understood that I was asking for a bottle and corrected my French. After a good laugh, they brought our bottle to a table on the street with glasses and access to the wireless internet. (We are all going through withdrawl without fully functioning iPhones!)
We headed in early tonight, as we are simply exhausted. The red-eye last night, was exactly that, and we are all so looking forward to a good night’s sleep. Class tomorrow at the Chatelet, then perhaps taking in some culture at the Louve, since the first Sunday of every month brings free admission to museums throughout the city.
Dear City of Light, I know it has only been a short time, but I am already falling in love.