Happy Friday, everyone! I am nearly settled into my new apartment and can’t wait to explore my neighborhood this weekend. But first, scenes from the opera house.
Last night, I was lying on my yoga mat in the 1e arrondissement, miraculously not falling asleep during savasana despite nearly finishing the first week of classes. An opera singer was practicing a few floors below in the same old building, located on a side street between the Opéra Garnier and the Louvre. Sounds of motorcycles and chatter from the street lifted up to our window; the opera rehearsal snuck through the cracks in the floor.
Our yoga teacher told us to think about the sun – leading me to imagine beyond the exposed beams out to the city that I have been seeing mostly underground for the past two weeks. Among les français, this is the Parisian way of life – métro (commute), boulot (work), dodo (sleep). Repeat. However, thankfully, my work for now involves intensive reading while eating baguettes, though I wish the ratio of number of reading pages to baguettes could be reversed.
It’s easy to get used to daily routines comme ça, even when you’re living somewhere as magical as Paris. But last night after class I took to the streets, walked around the opera house that years ago was a part of my commute (particularly on the days when I got lost), and took in views of the city that get lost in la vie quotidienne. It was a good reminder, from the southern France way of life, to faire un pause and profiter. ♦
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