Francey Pants: "Let me sleep all night in your Soul Kitchen." -Doors

Everyday, at the beginning of class, an old homeless man (a "sans-habri" as the French call them) knocks on the door of our classroom. We open it, and when he sees us in there, he makes the "sh" motion with his finger, backs up and shuts the door. We've yet to figure out his motivations and back-story.
Last night I walked around with Fran and Rachel. I walked through the Latin Quarter, which was very endearing and very historic. We split up at the entrance to the Louvre, Fran and Rachel went off to dinner and I wanted to go read in the statue room (my favorite part). The museum itself was actually closed, but I wandered around the courtyards and pyramids aimlessly, just looking at everything. After about 12 minutes of this, a man approached me and said "You are very very tiny, and you look very lost." I told him that I was not lost after which he struck up a very unwanted conversation with me, followed me around, asked me tons of questions, including what I was doing that night, and would I like to go somewhere with him. I politely declined, but he wouldn't leave me alone. I told him that I was meeting someone in the Louvre (having forgotten that it was closed) but he didn't believe me. I walked up to the glass doors and the guard told me the museum was closed. I explained to him that I was desperate to get in there and so he sneakily let me in, and I was allowed to spend a few moments in the Louvre after closing time, which, let me tell you, was as amazing as it sounds.
After that adventure, I met up with Amanda, Brittney, Ashely, Emily and Melissa for dessert at a charming place called café Zephyr. Emily and I shared something called a Belle Helene which was a huge plate full of ice cream, pears, cream, chocolate sauce and almonds.
Church today was very nice. Afterwards some of us took the metro to the Senegalese ward to attend the baptism of this guy named Cheick. After the baptism there was the hugest feast of African and creole food. I had no idea what I was eating. Stuff with fish, stuff with rice, little things stuffed with fish and rice, lots of things fried and buttered to perfection. Fran said to me "Girl, this food was made by black people so you KNOW it's gonna be good." And it was. I played with all the cutest kids from Senegal who had names like "Nephi," "Lovely," and "Jiminellie."
French elections are tonight so this city is ablaze right now. People chanting "Sarko-no. Sarko-no!" on the metro. Other people, like my French family, threatening to burst into tears if Hollande is elected.
"Is Paris burning?" -Adolf Hitler.
Yes it is.
Au Revoir!