Two's company, more's a worry.

Had a great late night class last night. Found out I'll have to do a 15 minute oral presentation, a 20-30 page final paper and a 2 hour mid term exam. Also found out I know next to nothing about European Cities in the 1800's and that attempting to answer questions about french cities in a room mainly full of french students results in awkward looks and the teacher pretending to make your answer seem slightly more relevant (and failing.)

Once I escaped the lesson of torture I headed for the metro (passing Cafe de Flore and Les Deux Magots on the way. Famous cafe's of the rich and not so famous, now a meeting point for happy snappers and tourists desperate to prove they can mingle amongst the best). While waiting for the metro a bizarre miniature cart that looked like a children's toy train meandered down the track causing everyone to stop and stare (I think to check the driver was over the age of 4). We got on the metro only to find it filled with people playing various instruments, a man attempting to speak to us in english and getting so far as "what are you?" before we made it clear we weren't keen on his shifty english (and eyes). We were offered some biscuits (they looked like fortune cookies but I'm guessing the interior would probably make you less fortunate) before we managed to escape.

The minute we stepped onto the platform we were greeted by a pack (and I mean pack, they looked like animals looking for prey) of army guards in full uniform and with their fingers latched tightly on their guns. (It was at this point that I hoped they didn't have similar tourettes tendencies to me where I wanted to shout out loud during the middle of high school chapel services. Something tells me their tourettes tendencies would be considerably more dire.)

Hastening our steps, I left alone to catch my final metro home. While this train was blissfully absent of hare krishna carollers, getting off the train I was welcomed by more than 30 police officers, scowls plastered on their unforgiving faces.

Shesh. I'm hoping its a quiet week at the office rather than a potential bomb threat tip off.