If it's Tuesday it must be the Musee de Orsay

Hi it's 6:00pm in Paris and I had a great time at the de Orsay.  I am in love all over again with Manet and Cezanne.  There use of colour is extraordinary so shape and clean, I think that is why I like them so.

Last night I had a nightcap in the hotel lounge and met a women from Florida. She is here with her two daughters.  We drank some wine and talked and we decided we must debrief again tonight over a Chardonnay.

I had a heck of a time getting to the museum this morning 3 trains, yes I forgot my Metro map and so decided to walk the three miles back, I did remember my Paris soft map.  Needless to say a nap was required.

I went to the lobby to read after the nap, research T.J. Clark to be exact and met a young Belgian girl about 20 who told me where to shop for a dress for a certain Miss.  So I will go back to the Museum tomorrow morning then to the shopping district where apparently and quite luckily tomorrow there are half off sales.

Oh and yes Paris girls are all skinny but they stink of cigarette smoke. Say la vie. I am know going to attempt to down load two pictures.  It is the view from my bedroom window.

Bonjour from Paris

Hi everybody, I made it to Paris.  It only took about 19 hours from standing in a line at YVR to
registering at my room and getting the Wifi up.  The flight was crowded but very good.  At our airport I struck up a conversation with a lady and then saw her once in the 2nd or maybe 3rd or 4th line up we had to go thought.  Basically was Hi how was your flight, great, yeah so was mine.  Never to be seen again as there are approximately 4 million people here, right.

Well after I registered and had a short nap I went out to find a fruit store to get supper.  I found a pastries ta and bought the best chicken beget ever, a banana, an apple and an orange.  I turned a corner and there was RuthAnn and her buddy she met here.  Our hotels are 200 yards apart and so I have a dinner date with Renne and RuthAnn tomorrow.  Cool eh.  Oh yeah and Paris is pretty cool to.

Time for dinner and to make my plan of attach for tomorrow.  First stop Musee de Orsay, just can't wait.

The Case of the missing passport

I leave tomorrow and thought it was time to start putting my stuff in a suitcase.  Hmm maybe I should but my passport with the tickets and file folder on Paris (yes I have a file folder,in pink, with the Eiffel tower on it.  So I go to the man jewelry box for my passport - not there. Yikes (spelt sh__!)

Okay so retrace your steps, Jill, 6 weeks ago when I dashed around trying to balance school, home life and plan a trip to France, and oh yes learn some French.  No problem I can multitask I'm a MOM. Making a long story short I found the passport in a plastic bag that I almost through out last week thinking the info in it (from  the  travel agency) was all duplicate.

Still going to Paris yes, panicking yes.  But know for the weird stuff.  When I woke up this morning I was thinking about what I could do to make my trip easier and decide to type out the addresses of places I am going so I can pass them out to taxi drivers etc, and then I thought I should take a Manulife card with me just in case.  So I reach out and graped Jim's hand and he says's (think spooky music) "You should write down all the address of the places you are going to hand out to taxi drivers and oh don't forget a Manulife card."  This is just to weird, I don't know whether we are total physic or I talk in my sleep.  He says I didn't but god that's weird.

Bach to the packing.

2 More Sleeps

Well I just got an e-mail from my on line teacher.  She say's she has never had anyone post over 3,200 times on an on-line course before.  Yeah OCD.  I am assuming my mark will be B+ or A, but you know what they say about assuming.

I had lunch with Susanne yesterday, well me lunch her coffee and I got my essay back, an A yeah, and some really nice remarks,  I have been thinking about writing a short story about this trip while I am gone and maybe try and shift it to a ladies journal,  why not.

I am finally going to do something with this mop of hair, pay one bill, clean house pack and then I am ready to go.  It's a good thing I am old and have hypothyrode or I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

I wonder if Shep hated my final essay, I think I misunderstood about quotes, shit, oh well.

Just at Jessica's getting a fancy camera and setting up my blog on face book. 10 sleeps to go

2 weeks and 1 day to go.  School is enormously busy.  I feel like I am going to
have a melt down, but I shall push on.  Have my tickets and confirmed my residency. Ohh lalal
Paris 15 sleeps

First Day of Summer School

First day of Summer School. 3 academics in 7 weeks?  I wonder if this officially means I am nuts?

But the teacher is great he reminds me of Edgar, Jim's friend.  Is it considered work when your assignment is to go to an art Gallery and look at paintings.  I think not.  Can't believe I am taking fourth year classes this rocks.

So Opening Thursday night, Slava party Friday night, and then I am being Kidnapped on 

Saturday night...yikes