It hasn’t officially been one week in Paris, but it’s been pretty darn close to it. Even though I’ve not the new kid on the block anymore in this country, there are always a couple of things that I’m picking up and learning along the way.
The flight over to Reykjavik and then to Paris was pretty smooth; leather seats and individual entertainment sets on the way to Iceland and then old seats with overhead televisions every couple rows on the ride to France. The only real gripe that could be said about Icelandair, though, is that they do not serve complimentary meals on their flights, so it was a good thing that I ate at YYZ before takeoff.
In arriving at my apartment, I somehow underestimated what 20m2 really is – the apartment feels smaller than what I had anticipated (though, I think the bulk of the square footage went to the bathroom), but it is pretty nice and only two metro stops away from school.
Since I didn’t have a BlackBerry when I last lived in Paris, this was a new issue that I came across – my phone had no signal. Turns out that TMobile’s roaming plan has to be activated by calling customer service, but such can only be done if you’re on a post-paid service, which I wasn’t. Switching the account over from flexpay took about forty minutes since I was bounced from representative to representative. Eventually, everything was sorted out, but it now means that I’m reduced to only reading non-HTML emails and BlackBerry Messenger, which kind of sucks since I’m an avid user of UberTwitter and FourSquare.
Of course, I welcomed myself back with a visit to the Pierre Hermé counter, an afternoon in the Marais (truth be told, I was scouting for chic style for my first post at Front Row Mag), and dinner at Chez Gladines, which has some of the best salads I’ve ever eaten.
But of course, no experience is made complete without a strike of some sort. Turns out today was a strike in which the frequency of some trains was reduced. To illustrate, I snapped a shot of the expected wait times for Ligne 10, which was slimmed down to 30% of its usual running times.
On a side note, I’ve joined a French field hockey league, which is set to practice four times this week – guess I’m going to keep fit whether I like to or not.
Dare I discuss Erving Goffman’s concept of self-presentation in relation to this study abroad experience in my next post?
For those curious as to what Reykjavik airport looks like
Welcome back to the land of guaranteed successful macarons
Yes, that is a 24 minute expected wait if you miss this coming train