AHHHH I'm home my darlings. Though not for long.
*sigh*

Anyway... I just came back from Paris on Monday evening. It was quite an experience, I must say. I took my analogue camera with me, managed 2 films, which is quite good really for me and analogue, i'm not quite so snap happy kthx.

Saturday we arrived in Paris, and started a tour around in the HEAT OF DEATH :'l where our Tour Guide fell ill. Something like heatstroke, so we all stuck around for like an hour and a half or something looking after him and getting him help etc. So we arrived at our youth hostel, which resembled a bowling alley as you walked in. Neon lights everywhere, just that kindof atmosphere I don't know. The rooms were really cool actually, quite modern. Simple and clean etc. I wasn't expecting air conditioning, but oh dear lord it was so hot. We had to steal someone else's shower which had just cold water 'cos ours was just hot. D: angry jaz was angry.

Anyway, after settling in we set out for Paris' Music Festival. Oh my god. I have never seen a whole city rave at the same time before. It was INSANITY. I have not seen so many people in one place at the same time since coming home from seeing Muse at Wembley last year. The Metro was hell. My claustrophobia... and er.. whatever the phobia is for being underground and feeling trapped, were KILLING me. It was crazy stuff though. Men everywhere drinking beer and screaming at boats going along the River Seine. There were some cool inline skaters that were doing tricks. Then some fire people... iono hehe. I slept soooo well that night, was exhausting.

The next day we got up and started off with a boat ride around the Seine, which was the first thing I did, the first time I went to Paris, when I was like 9 or something. It was extremely hot, so we pushed our way outside and hung off the edge trying to catch some form of breeze for an hour. Then we walked past the eiffel tower for food, where we walked in a big circle to come back to the food wagon we started at. Hot dogs never tasted so good. Then we had a tour of Montmartre starting at the Moulin Rouge, which was interesting for me 'cos I liked all the artists of Montmartre and that's what it was all about. The Tour Guide was the same one that had got ill the day before, bless him.

Down Montmartre we came, back to our hostel and then out to the Theatre to see... THE TAMING OF THE SHREW, by Shakespeare, in French. Oh dear lord it was hilariously bad. They used mirrors which was cool, so when the stage lights hit it, the lights would fly around the theatre. Our three tutors with us all fell asleep and got woken up by the flashing lights. Quite funny really. We escaped in the Interval back to our hostel.

The next day was our last day which sucked but ah well. It was much cooler, thank god. We went to the Latin Quarter for "shopping". Basically I went and bought myself a nice yummy Expresso at a french cafe, then followed some guys around who were buying souvenirs/comics. We sat at another cafe and bought some drinks and stuff, but then realised we had 5 minutes till we had to get to the Gare du Nord, so I didn't get to drink my 8.50 euro strawberry milkshake. :[ The trip home was alright, I love the Eurostar really.

That was my trip in a nutshell I guess.
Gah My throat hurts like hell.
New Journal entry soon about things, such as my art exhibition. Which just happens to be tonight! :] Waheyyyy! Wish me luck, I managed to get the crockery stuck on the wall! :]