I woke up on a beautiful sunny day vers 11h and wore a super cute dress that I bought at this clothing store called BA&SH and then left my apartment to meet a friend at this super cool falafel place I'd heard about called L'As du Falafel in the Marais. The food was great, the servers were (surprisingly) friendly, and we had just enough time to make it all the way down to the Jardin Luxembourg to meet our class for an excursion to the Pantheon. Things seemed like they were going perfectly well.
Then I arrived at the Pantheon to meet my I-once-studied-philosophy-and-am-French-therefore-I-am-better-than-you professor. He insisted that we show our Reid Hall student ID cards to get into the Pantheon for free EVEN THOUGH I had my Sorbonne ID in my pocket and can still use it to get in for free. I helped up the line at the ticketbooth while trying to find my wallet to get this damned Reid Hall ID and no luck. Eventually the ticketbooth guy was just fed up enough and let me in for free anyways.
I'm a Leo, therefore inherently stubborn and I was determined to find my wallet anyway after searching in the deepest pits of my purse and still no luck. I turned to my friend who I ate lunch with and said, "This must be a fucking joke". My teacher scolded me for talking during his lecture but also for cursing. I was fed up as hell and was just like "Look, I lost my wallet and I need to leave." He seemed kinda confused but let me leave anyway (even though his permission wouldn't have stopped me from doing so) and I retraced my steps back to the Falafel place. No luck there. It was at this point that I realized some scumbag pick-pocketer stole my wallet on the metro.
If you don't know me that well, let me just tell you that I rarely cry. In fact, I think I only cry when I'm seriously pissed off beyond belief. And I was THIS close to crying on the metro.
But alas, big girls don't cry and me crying wouldn't help solve anything. So even amidst all this craziness, I was forced to take control of the situation. I went to a metro window to file a report of theft with the metro police. I cancelled all my credits cards and then after much frustration, finally got them to ship new fucking pieces of plastic to France, which they made a near impossible task. I even went to the fucking FRENCH POLICE to file a report of theft.
After all the headache, I can say that it definitely forced me to really act not only like an adult, but a French adult. Dealing with the police in French was definitely a hard task. I didn't understand everything at first but I eventually was able to communicate what needed to be said. I got over my stupid fear of being ridiculed for having an accent whilst speaking French. And you know what? I'm glad I did. Not only am I more comfortable asking for directions or for menu recommendations in French thanks to this experience, I also realized that these steps were all very necessary!
I'm happy to share that I got a call from the police this morning saying that they found my credit cards on some guy and need to go to the station to pick up my wallet. THANK.THE.FUCKING.LORD.
I'd like to thank the French police for lookin out for ya girl and Alex for lending me 20 euros.
And most importantly, thank you Bordeaux for your wine and Jack Daniels for your whiskey. Without you, I probably would have had the shitiest weekend ever. You the real MVPs.
With love from Paris,
Gabby
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