Today was definitely one of those light bulb moment kind of days. In the literal sense, (not metaphorical where you come up with a genius idea or a cure for aids, I'm blatantly too advanced for that).
But throughout the day, the lights have really been messing with my mind. It ended with probably my scariest train ride yet. While waiting in line at the bank to pick up my card (which amusingly, is not a student card like everyone else's but a carte bleue, meaning a card for more superior bank members. Turns out my french bank lingo isn't as good as I expected. But who cares, I'm officially the bearer of a gold card. Yes, GOLD.) Anyway, in the bank queue we met a Canadian girl (again with the Canadians, I think plane rides to France are put in cereal boxes over there) who we got chatting to and happened to live in the same maison at the Cite. So we caught the train back with her and she told us about a local Carrefour (a supermarket that is significantly cheaper than the rest and stocks an impressive chocolate range) and so we decided to take the train two stops further to the end of the line so we could check it out.
That was fine. The train ride was not. Trains often have to stop mid train ride if they're too close together or they have to let another train past, thats fine, I can roll with that. But there's something about an extremely bumpy train that feels like its inches from coming off the tracks, followed by an abrupt stop which causes the wheels to screech painfully and then all the lights to go out that makes me marginally uncomfortable. Being underground in a single lane tunnel meant the whole train went pitch black and all you could see was the wall 5 cm from the train on either side. Thankfully the lights came back on after about 20 seconds and we took off again after a minute. The train ricketed along to the final stop and I was the first to yank open the train door and feel solid concrete beneath my feet. I have now made the decision to never go to Porte D'Orleans again. And if I do, I'm taking my own flashlight.
Other highlights of the day include a 2 hour lecture (with a female teacher, thank god) which was surprisingly interesting. Our theme was 'thy shalt not murder' and featured heavily on the basis of cannibalism. It was pretty much a forum for people to express whether they would eat another human and bizarrely, I left the lecture hungry.
The lecture took place in one of SP's buildings on Rue de l'Universite (named as such so the lower IQ individuals don't get lost) and was in the Jean Marin auditorium. It is hands down the nicest lecture theatre I've ever been in. On first glance I assumed it was a movie theatre but on closer inspection I noticed there were mini tables to pull up attached to the chairs (another 5 minutes later and I had worked out how to use them). The chairs were plush and red and titled backwards to aid sleeping (I assume. This is what I used them for).
After our lecture we went to our local cafe called Le Basile for a hearty lunch (apparently our meat loving chat got everyone hungry) and we spent the time calling foreign french men in an effort to go to their appartments (in order to rent an appartment of course..)
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