Under the Land of the Living
“Arrête, c’est ici l’empire de la mort,” (Halt, here lies the empire of the dead), is written above the entrance leading to a dark, cave-like tunnel, or set of tunnels, I should say. It is here where Paris’s dark history is revealed.
Normally, when one sees a sign like this, they turn away, but for tourists in Paris today, one enters.
Frenchy, French French
So. I. Leave. France. TOMORROW.
I think I need a hug, and the tears are already flowing.
France, vous me manquez déjà (Direct translation: you are missing from me already (real English translation: I already miss you)
So in honor of this, I have composed a list of some of my favorite French expressions that I have learned since being here.
Mountains and Le Mistral
It has been roughly a week since I entered Aix-en-Provence and France. I am finally adjusted to the time change and am still working on adjusting to the weather; to make a long story short, I am wishing I had brought a couple more jackets and thick scarves. February is the coldest month for Aix though so it will start warming up soon.
Saturday, some of my fellow classmates and I decided we were going to hike the infamous Montagne Staine-Victoire, a mountain made famous by painter Paul Cézanne.