Dinner chez Sophie was fine, her daughters were not scary, and Jean-Michel made everyone listen to Duffy, which was odd. Sunday was uneventful save for the pains au chocolat (and pain au nutella!) we had for breakfast. I'm so happy that Valerie is my host mother and that she's actually interested in my existence, unlike a lot of host mommies who leave their students alone (mostly because the students are equally happy to leave them alone).

Today we went to Shakespeare & Company which is less indie and more touristy than I had thought, but still cute. I've decided that if I do a workshop there it's going to be the free one (as opposed to the 70 euros for 7 weeks thing). But I'm not sure how well that'll work out since I think in general people just bring work the day of and everyone reads it on the spot...which obviously doesn't work for me unless everyone wants to bring me large print copies. Which is doubtful.

On the bright side (not that there's really a dark side), the blind peoples club finally emailed me back and I'm signing up for poterie (pottery, duh) and modelage (which apparently is pottery without the baking part...which might just be playing with play dough. But I don't actually have a problem with that.) There are also "sorties culturelles" and "decouverte de la nature," which I don't actually understand but am going to participate in anyway, so hopefully they'll be fun. They have yoga also, but it's unfortunately already full, as well as dance, which I can't do because it coincides with my classes at Reid Hall. Sad.

And, best of all, today I met a woman whose honest-to-god given name is Marie-Antoinette. No lie, she is in the other room eating cheese as I type this. Everyone calls her Mia, which kind of makes me sad, but still. She is the petite copine de Stefan, who is the brother of Valerie. Bea(trice) is also in the other room being French etc. Eduarde and I had pizza (with GOAT CHEESE, holy crap I love my life) earlier because we actually have to wake up in the morning, unlike these crazy adults.

And now I need to go to bed to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (but mercifully not bushy-haired) for my first day of classes. A bientot, mes petits choux-fleurs.