AurelleA: La fin

Thursday, it was raining and miserable, but I still went to Pere Lachaise cemetary, one of my few remaining Parisian landmarks. A lot of famous people are buried there. I had some serious trouble finding a lot of the graves, but it was a pretty cemetery and I did manage to find some important ones:

Jim Morrison: Apparently people used to have sex on his grave and smoke joints and drink to honor him, so it's gated off now.

Chopin:

Oscar Wilde: It's like a thing to kiss his grave and stuff. I did it with the lipgloss I had, but I felt awk cause I was alone and it was gross a little. But I can say that I did it!

Proust:

I failed to find Moliere, Edith Piaf, Felix Faure, and some others. But whatever. That cemetery is confusing.

That night I met Anne at Laduree for one last time. I made the mistake of taking Advil on an empty stomach, and I was in so much pain. I felt like someone was vacuuming my insides. I decided to eat, and that helped, haha. Unfortunately the bar, where we were planning on getting our fancy cocktails, was closed for a private party. Just our luck. So we sat for dinner, but we had to settle with the simpler cocktail menu.

Then we went to a goodbye party one of the NYU people was hosting. They live in an amazing apartment, with really awesome decorations. It was nice to have one last hurrah. Anne brought a really nice bottle of wine her dad had left, and we drank it straight out of the bottle because we had no cups. Classy.

Around 1:30am, after I had gotten a really drunk Liz in a cab back to our apartment, Anne and I went to Social Club. We tried not to pay for coatcheck, but the lady ran after us. We danced for awhile though, the DJ was really good.

After some serious troubles getting a cab home, I made it to bed by 5am.

The next day, Friday, I packed some more, and then met Anne at the Grande Epicerie to buy gifts and stuff. They had amazing Christmas chocolates and candy there, of course.

I got yelled at for taking photos, so I stopped.

Then we went to the Eiffel Tower. We were planning on ice-skating on the first floor, and then going up to the top, since we hadn't been all semester. Turns out...the Eiffel Tower staff was on strike!! Typical. At that point it was 2:30pm, and they kept saying they would reopen in an hour. But they never did, and we were really cold, and apparently the top was closed anyways because of ice/wind, so we gave up. We took pictures in front of it.

And then got some vin chaud to heat up at a cafe.

Then we went back to Laduree, to finally have our fancy macaron cocktails. It was worth the wait.

Le Bel Air: Pear and apple vodka cocktail with green apple macaron :)

And lastly, we met Maya, Tahra, and their friends for our final dinner and drinks. I had one of the best salade chevre chauds I'd had all semester, and we said our last goodbyes. Anne and I also got some very necessary street crepes, and then went home to finish packing.