
Hall of Mirrors
I am completely unsurprised that the French citizens revolted, if they were all living in poverty and the king was living it up in digs like this. I know this is super bad of me, but throughout the whole tour, I kept thinking, "Let them eat cake!" and I really, really wanted a piece of cake. I told this to Sarah when we got to the gardens and Marie Antoinette's hideaway, and she totally agreed, which was the best part. We went to a café for lunch where I had a decadent tarte aux poires which will satisfy my sweet tooth for now (I know I said I would start running...maybe after classes start? I'm only human!) The rest, as they say, is history...
As for the rest of the weekend, we went to the Louvre again on Saturday. I did not take pictures because I didn't really care. We had a tour guide there, too, who tried to tell us all about the difference between Ingres and Jacques-Louis David. I had no idea they were at all similar, but she insisted...one painted naked men and one did naked women, I guess. I wasn't that impressed, but apparently she's one of the art history teachers we'll have if we signed up for art history. Which I did. I may drop it. I have no idea. Maybe if we actually discuss something interesting, but the chances of that are slim.
I'm going to try to get Michèle to take me running with her, but I'm afraid if I ask once, she'll expect me to go all the time. And, she's probably a lot faster than I am. I kind of don't want to bother, but I want to get to know her. And I have a feeling I'll never exercise if I don't have someone to do it with. Sarah might want to, but I have no idea. She's pretty thin, and I think she mentioned she swims at home? I'm not sure I want to exercise with her, though. I hate swimming. I guess these are questions for the future?
Love, Annabel
P.S. - That angel is just so cute, I couldn't resist!
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