"Some have greatness thrust upon them." -William Shakespeare

Tonight I had to eat a grapefruit. A GRAPEFRUIT. It was on my plate and I didn't want to offend my host family.

Cute boys playing in a cool tree.

Beautiful gardens of Paris.

This tasted even better than it looks.

Enjoying our desserts in a park. Amanda, me, Fran, Rachel, Chloe.

Rachel and I went out tonight after dinner (which ends always just before ten). It was surprisingly warm, so we walked around Paris. The Seine is beautiful at night. All the lights reflecting off its surface. It was really magical. I walked and admired the Notre Dame all lit up. There were some musicians in the little square by the Notre Dame, two old men. One with a banjo, the other with a clarinet. They were playing the most sig. french music, and having the best time doing it. I sat and listened by myself for the longest time and it was so great. A magical Parisian moment. After some time, a French woman walked by and asked the old men if they would like her to sing while they played. They welcomed her gladly; she had the most beautiful, low, raspy, jazz voice. For those of you who are into Jazz standards, she sung "All of Me." The best rendition I have ever heard (probably had more to do with the circumstances than the musical quality, but that's all right with me.)