In 2 weeks time... Paris didn't change much

I feel as if I'm obligated to say that the name of my blog now falls under the category of fallacy. While I did once reside at Canterbury #10, I have in fact moved next door to Canterbury #9. I apologize if this causes you to doubt the authenticity of this blog or my honesty in anyway. That disclaimer, while entirely unnecessary, has cleared my conscious and thus accomplished its goal.

Anyway, I am now in the midst of the Summer I program with ACU's College of Business Adminisration, fondly referred to by many as COBA. A thrilling time to say the least.

While awaiting the arrival of the COBA students, I apparently became very literary because during this time I've read Blue Like Jazz, the book of John, The Catcher in the Rye, and just recently The Great Gatsby. I essentially just took a high school short course in American Literature, and it was pretty interesting.

So Paris.

It looked about the same as the last time I was there.


I've officially gone over the English channel (once) and under it twice (one of these times is pictures here). We took the Euro tunnel this time. Our coach bus loaded onto a giant hollow train and shot under this giant body of water. I tried to not think too much about the logistics of what was happening... ya know, being under the floor of a body of water... trapped on a train, and still in a bus... whatever.


We stayed at the same hostel as my previous time in Paris. This was the view from the hostel window. Thankfully I didn't get to turn around and take a picture of the incredibly creepy piece of artwork hanging over my bed. The face of an old lady... black and white... with triangle shaped hair... just staring blankly into nowhere. It was disconcerting...


Notre Dame apparently thought that she could hide from me behind some trees. Well... looks like she failed. Poor attempt madame.


These French police officers thought it would be a good idea to prepare hours in advance for the arrivval of Obama in Paris. Probably a good idea for them... not the best idea of ours to hang around and wait to see what would happen. An hour of straight disappointment...


Our little group that went to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Notice that is still daylight when our journey began... whoever devised the line system at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower was a fool. You wait in one really long line to get through security... then from there get in another monster line to buy tickets... then from there you get in a pretty short line to get on the first elevator... then you get in line to go up another elevator, and finally.... finally.... you've made it to the top.


I didn't get a lot of great pictures from the top of the Eiffel Tower because my camera has a function on it called "Night Pictures Fail," and I have no idea how to turn it off. It's a real problem. Small digital cameras should just be solar powered because there's little point turning them on at night.


This picture turned out alright though. So maybe I should take back my previous statement. 'Ol Eiffel really is quite brilliant at night.


This sign is alternately offensive to Native Americans, people with certain types of skin disorders causing them to be completely red, aliens, and to those who pickpockets.


I got really bored in the morning before Versailles... so I took a picture of this flower in the courtyard of our hostel. Enjoy?

Well that is really all there is to tell about Paris. I still knew my way around a bit... good to know my memory doesn't fade too terribly fast. Ate some good food... had some good times... on to Versailles!!!