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Foreignness of Foreigners

Notes from my travels with photographic accompaniment. Just click the photos to view the full-size version.

Cairo, Egypt

I am in Cairo right now. I have been here for almost a month! I finally went to the Pyramids over the weekend. It was as amazing as I thought it would be. We rode camels the whole time. That was not amazing. Camels are uncomfortable. But the Pyramids and the Sphinx and all that sand... man. It was a singular experience standing before these relics.

On a sidenote, I never did post all my France pictures. Oh well. I will try to keep my Cairo travels more up to date.





Mime Video!

Tour L'Eiffel

Elena's knee popped out while she was in Berlin. She can't go anywhere with me. :-( What sucks, more, though, is she probably has to spend her last weeks in Paris in a cast. Très triste! I spent most of the morning just hanging out with her and we watched Center Stage. So bad, but soooo good. It was evening by the time we finished, so I figured I would go to the Eiffel and see it lit up in all its glory.

I kind of got accosted by two semi-retarded guys at separate times tonight, though. Yep. I'm starting to think I'm probably the semi-retarded girl that accosts normal guys. Anyway. The Eiffel Tower is my favourite thing so far. It's gorge(ous). I just wish there weren't so many damn street merchants trying to sell fiberoptic Eiffel Tour souvenirs.















La Sainte Chappelle, la Palais de Justice, et la Musée Picasso

Went to Sainte Chappelle, which is surrounded by the Palais de Justice. It's this super old cathedral/church with walls comprised mostly of stained glass windows. Incredible. The Palais de Justice was cool, too. Then decided to venture off in Marais, which is considered the GBLT area of Paris, as well as the Jewish neighborhood. Lots of high end boutiques and cool restaurants. The Musée Picasso is deep inside this neighborhood, and it took forever to find it, but it was awesome. No photography allowed inside the museum, so limited pictures. It sure is something to be able to see his old sketchbooks.









Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité: revolution!




La Notre Dame

Went back to the Notre Dame today. Didn't really get to go inside last time. It's stunning inside. Maybe I was thinking about the story when I was in there, but whatever the reason, I was totally overcome with emotion. The history in this place is extraordinary. Saw another cool street performer. Ate a croque monsieur for lunch, delish. Diet Coke tastes different here, but that's how it is everywhere. I've learned to stick to Fanta when I go abroad.





















Look. There's a Subway. Funny thing is Elena and I were talking about how there are no sub places here and how they would probably go over well. Subway sucks, though, sooo... whatevz.


Something about this looked really... I don't know. Cartoonesque.