07/06/21
I have been in Paris for a week now and have just not had the time to sit down and write. The first full day of my internship passed in a whirlwind of introductions, answering phone calls, and sneaking away to explore the opera house as often as I could.
Now that a week has passed I have already started to settle into a comfortable routine. As I have to open up the office before the Presidents arrive at 9 am, I typically wake up around 6, get myself showered and dressed, and then head out to the little cafe around the corner for breakfast.
My cab passed the Café de la Paix in the 9th arrondissement when it was bringing me to the Paris Opera and I just knew that I wanted to eat there. What I didn't know at the time was that the café would have the most delicious pain au chocolat and coffee and that I would end up eating there nearly every morning. After my breakfast, I typically put in my headphones turn on my music, and just allow myself to wander for at least an hour. I don't use a map, I don't ask for directions, I just walk, stop anywhere that catches my eye and allow fate to lead me where it will.
I used to do this a lot back home as well. I've always been of a curious nature and love exploring new areas and cities. I thought that exploring new surroundings with my favorite band playing in the background was great before, nothing compares to walking along the River Seine with the 7 most beautiful voices in the world as a soundtrack. I've only allowed myself this luxury once though because of the memory of their accident, subsequent disbandment, and disappearance is still too real and all-encompassing. I ended up leaning against the railing along the right bank of The Seine staring out at the water as tears streamed down my face. It was pretty cathartic actually but not something that I want to repeat too often.
