April Showers

The sky from my bed 

Yesterday, after an early morning class, I rejoiced in the sun. Lunch in the park was exactly what the day called for. But it was a bizarre day. There was thunder and lightning in the middle of the night, hot sunlight in the afternoon, and big fat drops falling down again as evening started. France is a fan of multiple seasons in a couple hours, very bipolar weather. And everyone seemed a little out of it. I had barely slept the night before so I was in a sleepy haze, no one in class could focus, and everyone was tired and distracted.

This whole week has been tiring but good on the whole. A lot of interesting classes and I had lunch with friends in town which is always fun and a nice little treat for all of us. One night this week was especially interesting. After dinner, we were sitting at the table chatting and the war came up, as it does often. What was a general topic turned into my host mom telling me about her mother and grandfather's stories living in occupied Paris. I heard some amazing and shocking things. I often forget how different others' histories are and how rich, in such dramatically different ways, their stories are here.

Place Verdun & Bastille