Under the Parisian Sun

There it is; I have finally moved to Paris. To the city where street artists fill the air with nostalgic music that reminds you of one of those films you've seen where the girl gets the man she wants in the end. To the city where nothing is baught more regularly than the baguette. To the city of love. The city of exquisite cuisine. The city of macarones, Galerie La Fayette and the Louvre museum. I could've kept on mentioning many clichs about Paris, and they are all very far from what I surround myself with one week after my arrival in the French capital. Except the baguette (impossible to avoid). I'm still waiting to start my new life, as I have not yet found a place to live. However, the search of a studio or a shared appartment is far more difficult than I had imagined. Luckily I don't start my university courses before the 1 October, so I have still some time. But it is to be said that especially for a foreigner, it's not easy to gain the trust of the property owners. "Your parents are not french?? how can I then make sure they will support you?" I see. At least I'm not alone with my house-hunting. Alex is in the same situation as me, and we're doing the visits together. I have no idea how we would've managed without his iphone! (I would rather not be alone with a map..) We already went on plenty of visits, sometimes lining up with 30-40 others, all of us eager to get our hands on a fresh contract. At least it's easy to keep in shape these days, as all the appartments are situated on the sixth floor without elevator.

The most memorable experience took place in a street hosting 6 prostitutes. So there we were, lining up, the whole group more or less uncomfortable with the fact that this could be their new home street. But we all stood there waiting. Actually I just wanted to get inside, before the breasts of the oldest prostitute would fall out.. As we started to mount the staircases, I was very happy that I didn't wear the heels of the girl next to me. Appartment first, fashion later! Everytime someone left the available studio, their face revealed either disapointment or astonishment. When people even laughed on their way out, saying that we were all waisting our time, I wanted to stay just to satisfy my curiousity. The "studio" looked like a prison cell, with a dirty frameless bed, no decoration what so ever and the cold floor made me think of an institution from a horror movie. Even Alex, who always point out at least one positive thing about each place we visit, was speechless. At least we had a good laugh. Even though I have to say that my unspoken dream of living in an appartment where I'll be able to wake up to the view of the Eiffel tower died a little. But the hunt continues! And don't get me wrong; I love Paris and all its clichs. I'm just not yet able to enjoy them.

5 kommentarer

Kathrine

03.09.2012 kl.21:54

Hei Jeanette!

Ojojoj! Det hrtes ikke bra ut den leiligheten i "prostitusjonsgata"! Da m det jo bare g oppover etter det!

Hper du finner deg et sted bo om ikke s altfor lenge, selv om det tydeligvis ikke er altfor lett finne noe. Men du pleier jo f til det meste, s jeg er sikker p at du snart sitter i din egen "studio" og lever det gode, franske livet!

Lykke til med letingen! Stor klem:)

Jeanette

04.09.2012 kl.09:59

Hei Kathrine!:D

Ja heldigvis skal jeg aldri tilbake til den gata:P Tusen takk for oppmuntrende ord, satser p at du har rett^^ Bedre bruke litt tid p letingen enn godta hva som helst.. Skal jo tross alt skrive kontrakt for ett r. Hvordan gr det med deg? Har du spennende forelesninger? Og hvordan er livet som samboer?^^ Var S koselig p innflytningsfest med dere!!

Stor klem

Ane

04.09.2012 kl.12:15

Kjre Jeanette!

Du er jammen tlmodig og flink, dette m vre en slitsom prosess! Er s glad for at du

har Alex der, og at dere er to i samme bt! Lykke til p jakt denne uken, er sikker p at du snart

sitter med en kontrakt og kan nyte alt Paris har tilby fullt ut<3

Sender deg tanker og <3

Klem

Kathrine

04.09.2012 kl.21:20

Ja, absolutt! Man m jo gjerne bruke litt tid p finne "den rette", i flere sammenhenger;)

Med meg gr det bra:) Forelesningene er ok, eller sosiologiforelesningene er mye mer spennende enn OPA, synes jeg da! Er liksom ikke helt vant til statsvitenskap og det sprket, er litt lettere p sosiologi for meg:) Kanskje ikke s rart nr det er det jeg gr:P Men det gr fint!

Samboerlivet er veldig bra, stortrives her med Odd! Hilser fra han forresten:D

Det var kjempekoselig at du kom p festen, snn at vi fikk se deg fr du dro!

Lykke til videre med husjakten, s m du si ifra nr du har ftt tak over hodet!;)

klem:)

Jeanette

05.09.2012 kl.13:23

Tusen takk for varme tanker kjre sstra mi! Innrmmer det er slitsomt og ensformig, hper lykken snur snart:) Vil jo ikke ende opp med hva som helst.. Gleder meg skikkelig til endelig pakke ut!! Sender deg en mail snart<3

Kathrine, godt hre at forelesningene gr bra! Hehe kan skjnne statsvitenskapsprket er litt ukjent, men det gr nok lettere etter hvert;) Hils s mye tilbake til Odd, glad dere endelig bor sammen^^ Forresten veldig glad jeg fikk pratet ordentlig med deg p festen deres, ofte gr tiden s fort og s fr man ikke alltid tid til prate med alle. S det satt jeg stor pris p:) Jeg skal holde dere oppdaterte med nytt blogginnlegg s snart jeg finner tak over hodet;) Ha det fint slenge!

Klem

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