water and more

I have been in Paris three weeks already, time has flied in a blink. Have a free day at last and life just like a student. Done my laundry, been to the Decorative Art Museum, sun bathing at Garden of the Louvre, then cooked dinner.

Nothing more I can ask for, wait… though, somehow I have encountered some problem.

The water is so hard and dry here. I boiled all drinking water and even I drank a lot, it can’t totally quench my thirst. Soda and fruit juice are too sweet for daily drink, so left behind is my secret herb tea(har fu chow).
So happy to find ‘ brown sugar in piece’ in Chinatown, now no more fear for the time being. ha… ha…

And hard water came from the bathroom water tape too. At the very beginning, I thought dry weather will pass soon and I should be fine. While one day I found my two thighs’ skin were cracked and slightly bled?! So now even I soak my too leg in body oil, they still are dry~~

Just couldn’t stay in my little room forever. Even today is cold with rain, I still went out for a walk. This city is not big and with quite well connected traffic. Of course with a valid monthly pass, I could find my way by trail and error. As most spots are within walking distance, nice that i can get myself lost from place to place. Some breath-taking architecture ahead and round the corner, another gorgeous church will lead me to another district.


Flowers are ready to bloom and I never know what’s next is going to surprise me. Event I’ve passed by the district few times days before, there is still something i missed~~

Here’s a look-out from the roof of Lafayett department store, which I walked up by chance~~

Ah..I wish there will be sufficient surprise for me from time to time in Paris within these 3 months…!

city with flowers

In between lessons, Selma bought me to a walk. Since weather getting fine, it is just a sin to stay indoor.
This is a botanical garden, with flowers getting ready to bloom. As my sis recalled, we studied social science in primary school; said, Paris, a city of flower. i think this is a very appropriate name for this city.

Little flat> on 13rd floor?!

After a couple days of hustle, now I’m sitting in my little suite.

Thanks indeed to my dear friend, the Mandine couple help me to fix everything right in the flat in a rainy day. That would be a real war if just by myself@@
To stay in Paris, I’d always fancy to be in a little flat w/ old facade and wooden staircase, big window and high ceiling, may heard some violinist neighbor practice next door…

Turn out here I’m on 13rd floor with a small balcony, lucky enough to oversee Paris from la tour eiffel to montmartre and far far. Oh, I need a pair of binoculars. This is actually a 19m2 little room between 2 big flat, and it’s by the side of back stair and electricity meter room. So we guessed this a room for the servant( but a servant couldn’t afford that much for the rent worr!). Well, as long as it’s quite well furnish, I’m fine.

At night I could see the bling -bling neon light on la tour eiffel, free show every night!