Another magnificently beautiful fall day in Paris. Seriously, if you ever travel to France, make sure to come during this time. The smell of fallen leaves and baking bread alone is enough to make you want to stay outside forever.
Who is ready for excellent news? My friends and I have just booked a weekend to London in November for the opening of the seventh "Harry Potter" movie. I know, I know, maybe not as exciting for you. But for someone who shamelessly lived and breathed (and still does when certain occasions like this arise) Harry Potter for a good ten years while the books were current, this is unlike any excitement I've had. What is more is that some of my friends from home will also be there for the very same reason. Furthermore on that note, these same friends will be journeying to Paris the weekend before my birthday to celebrate. It's times likes these when you realize how lucky you are to be on such a small continent. Europeans have got it made when you have friends spread out. For now, though, my next big thing is Brussels - one weekend from the 23rd-25th. Part of me was afraid I wouldn't make the effort to travel much outside of Paris once I got here, but it's easy, (usually) cheap, and such fun.
In other news, things are good. Paris and I have sort of made up. Once my week of extreme distaste and hatred for this population of people passed, I remembered to keep my feelings in perspective and not dwell on the fact that France can be rough, (as if I couldn't have expected that?). There are so many great things coming up, which also makes me take note of how quickly the time is flying. No use pouting now.
Work has continued to be an interesting and fulfilling experience. On Thursday, Andrew and I are going around Paris to film different outdoor spots; the footage will be used as the projection on the back wall of the set for the upcoming show. I like his hands-on attitude, and I feel blessed to be so welcome into their community. This is when being an "art" person creates guilt though. My other friends here are interning at offices, where they spend most of their time licking envelopes and doing what normal interns do. The advantage of having a passion for something that requires filming footage of a child's playground or a graffitied subway tunnel versus sending email blast after email blast makes it hard to discuss work with the others in my program, since all I seem to hear after describing work is "You bitch." I didn't choose it, though. It really chose me.
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