I just came to realize that I was rather stressed the past few weeks.. (of what? school works? -if there was any; relationships of any kind? -doubtful; health conditions? -troublesome) Well, was it not for an expectation, I'd say it has been simply the fear of not fulfilling it. Thus it comes back to me. "But what good does it do if you cannot be yourself?" I've been too stubborn to really take this in. So I am occupied by these frying-egg-level trifles (sunny-side up, please!), yet it's the natural process of evolution, isn't it?


In the end of November, I happened to meet Mr. Cabu in Paris, I thought I might learn a lot from him donc j'ai bien payé 30 euros sur son BD! even though I don't really read anymore since I am in Europe. Paris is quite different from Lyon, people tend to take her as the sole symbol of France, this I do not agree, but really, I would say it's the only big city in France. Paris has nutrition for everyone(intersect of the following is not null: aritists of all kinds -how broad, tourists, and people who live on tourists -the first person I met in Paris came up and asked if I could give her any food; the second for a telephone card), and this is the charm of a big city.

What did Paris give me this time? Besides amazements of a big city...

I finally had a nice Latté
at Starbucks instead of
a café cream (hey! I've wanted it for a LONG time!!);

survived le Musee d'Orsay but later that day gave up the night visit of le Louvre, and ended up going to the movies;

attempted to invade the Elysée (the official home of the president of France) in vain...;

had a sexy time with Mr. Rodin;

learned the reason for the French Revolution in the garden of Versaille;

tasted rabbits for the first time...

and upon all, proved myself capable of travelling alone in France, and in French!

Well, Paris is always crowded, but at this time of year, up to 60% of visitors might be French, museums can be taken by school groups, too. I tried to follow an art teacher in le Musee d'Orsay where she talked about major elements of a piece of work, painting skills and events in art history with her students. It reminded me my own words of envying the kids growing up in Taipei because they'd have lots more opportunities to broaden their horizons almost unconsciously. Now substitute young Parisiens for Taipei kids. Am I also making progress?