le parisparis!

Dear blog,

Are you there blog? It's us, Margaret. Please bear with us because we are realizing at this very moment that we are having extreme creative differences in our yet to-be-discovered blogging styles. Shireen describes her writing style as "playful, like a dolphin" and Marina... doesn't.

We are finally free from the MIJE (a really nice/cheap hostel in the 4th that we almost feel guilty complaining about except for that the food is so terrible you don't even feel human after consuming a meal) and have upgraded to our fabulously crusty apartment.It is located in the 1st in the heart of Paris and has a modest 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a livingroom, a dining room with a mural with a donkey and a parrot, a kitchen chock full of up-to-date appliances and flatware (complete with the food that was last eaten on them), a tea/smoke/sit/useless? room, and last but not least, a breakfast nook (noose* if you will, Alie). So, clearly we have a lot of space, a lot of dust, and a lot of chairs that don't match. Oh, and no big deal, but the Louvre is our neighbor and the Tuleries are our backyard, not to brag or anything...

Also, a note on our landlady: Mme de Polignac. Mme de Polignac is a princess, legit, and we found a google entry that suggests that she may have been born in 1880. This is very possible. She prefers being paid in cash and came to pick up the rent with a bodyguard.


After many consecutive hours of gawking at our apartment, we finally managed to leave and explore the many wonders of Paris... starting with the sale aisle at Monoprix. We managed to buy three pounds of pasta for one euro! Raspberry tarts for two euros! Questionably large eggs for 50 centimes!

Class started this morning and our phonetics teacher (yes, we were placed in the same class. So much for branching out.) is an adorable man who wears brown sock with yellow stars. Despite making us repeat his name six hundred times, he does oddly good impressions of Americans speaking French and vice versa. We will probs learn a lot. z..z.z..z..z.z.z..z.z.

In between, other colorful things have happened. We will keep you up to date on our fabulous french lives (if our fabulous french lives allow it). Also, we just had the realization that we are talking to our blog. This is weird so we're going to bed.

- Marina and Shireen

*Shireen is ESL and originally spelled this "neuce."
**Suck a D Marina

P.S. We love Paris.