I had a chance to strike out on my own, without my trusty tour guide, while Will was getting poked and prodded by men who were trying to make sure that he wasn't bringing any diseases into their country. He got a lovely x-ray of his chest which is now hanging on one of the walls of his apartment. I am only a guest here and as such cannot force him to take it down while trying to explain that a chest cavity does not count as art.
Anyway, on my adventure I decided that I was not daring enough to take the metro all by myself so I instead decided to wander around the Latin quarter (where Will lives). I took a book, bought myself an escargot chocolat (chocolate croissant), and found a lovely park to read in. It was when it started raining that I decided to head back to the apartment to defrost. I learned very quickly that the way I thought I was going was definitely not the direction I had come from.
I wandered for an hour, finding a hospital, an institute dedicated to Marie Curie, the metro station that Will and I use, from which I still could not find the street I needed, and finally, a map, which I read wrong the first time and had to go back to reread again.
I was walking large squares for an hour, and was tired by the end, but I got to know the Latin quarter much better than I had planned on. I learned that you cannot follow a street in the direction you think you should be going because it will eventually dead end and send you in a different direction altogether. I learned that the charm of Will's building is not unique and that there are countless of the same whitewashed walls that can trick you into thinking that you are in the right place.
Overall, it was a lovely day of lost.
Elise
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