Like french chocolate

It was some kind of wonderful and all kinds of random.

Setting:

Weather: Sunny, clear and breezy
The soundtrack: Interpol (Slow hands, C'mere, Evil), Juno Soundtrack and some old school Dido and Jose Gonzalez. Live band playing the Killers
Location: A little flat in the centre of Paris, a room with green pattern wallpaper and noisy neighbours. A noisy hotel room at Porte de Montreuil.
Scent: Jasmine and neroli
Background:Was invited to Paris for a ball, but then subsequently found out i was gonna be abandoned for an older and prettier woman. He was apologetic about it, but still- i was going to someone else's ball, where i know no one, and he's not even gonna be with me. Merde. I was tempted not to go. So close. But, i cannot deny the lure of Paris.
Plot:
*Arriving dazed in Paris- the coach is cold, my bags too heavy. Storage lockers, expresso and pain au chocolate makes it all better.
*Spending a morning with dead people at Cimetiere Pere Lachaise and meeting the best listener in the world: a fat cat named Pierre.
*Meeting a bunch of people who know all about me being ditched (but me not knowing much about them at all)- and them being very nice about it and being very sweet by taking good care of me.
*Crashing at an absolutely random friend of a friend's place in the centre of Paris- big open windows and perfect view into neighbour's rooms. Telling ghost stories at night because we couldn't sleep.
*Waking up to the sound of churchbells in a strange, but soft bed- rolled in a duvet. I have not had a double bed all to myself in ages. The boys slept outside on the floor. Had the biggest, buttery-est most chocolaty pain au chocolat ever for breakfast. Painted my nails by the window sill while listening to music-with the sun warming me.
*Having pizza and beer in a cafe, after which we napped at a parc with fountains- still my chest remains 5 shades lighter than my arms.
*Going to the dinner/ball on the boat- it was ok in the beginning, awkward in the middle and really cool at the end. I felt to out of place because everyone knew everyone else. The girls and i came up with a story for me being there and unknown to everyone: I was a private student, studying fashion in Bordeaux. The reason that i dont speak French is that this is my Erasmus year, and i just arrived. Oh, and my main university is in Munich. (utterly random slip saying thank you in german). The views of Paris from the boat were amazing- the Eiffle tower was sparkling that night! It was great in the end because the band playing was excellent and we got up to dance in spite of the lack of space. It felt nice- listening to the Killers with the warm glow of the boat and the warm welcome i was getting was making me feel all fuzzy inside.
*And all the while, he hardly spoke to me- i wasn't really minding. He and the girl disappeared soon after we docked while i stayed on to party with the rest. I bumped into him while waiting for a cab with a new found friend (NFF)- but i didn't see him after that, at all.
*Riding a cab through Paris at 1 in the morning, meeting up with the rest of NFFs and eating leftover burgers with orange soda while playing cards in our jammies.
*Dressing up in my wrap black dress in the morning and touring Montmarte. I had a Marilyn Monroe flipped skirt moment- basicly the Parisians have had a good look at my knickers. It was hilarious. That dress must have been something- i was getting a few 'bonjour maimoselle' as i was walked along. I enjoyed the attention- i must've looked a bit parisien (maybe it was all black and a cigarette) because someone asked me for directions. It's funny because i dont speak a word of french so i shrugged my shoulders and said 'sorry!'.
*Being kissed by a random child-on the bus home to london there was this little 4 year old french boy who took a liking to me. This kid sat next to me and gave my arm a big soppy kiss. He was driving his mum crazy so i decided to talk to him- i ended up giving him piggy back rides and letting him play with my earrings. Such an affectionate kid- i was smothered with more soppy kisses and hugs. The kid had never seen a BCG scar and decided to 'kiss it better'.
Ending:
Im sitting on the bus as it's going through Brixton, trying to figure out my revision schedule and finishing that 10K word count dissertation.