-A Return to Paris-

I returned to Paris just in time for the John Butler Trio concert at Le Zenith de Paris.  As I was the only person laughing at the band's "omelette du fromage" jokes...I think the French have gotten sick of hearing them.  And I was amazed how many people ignored the "no smoking" signs at this indoor concert hall.  Paris is still Paris, no matter how many tour guides tell you that Parisians are smoking less now.  Unfortunately, none of my pictures turned out very good, and it was a little awkward being alone at a concert where I don't quite speak the language, but the music (which is in English) was as amazing as ever.

My last few days of break I filled with various activities I hadn't yet had time for in Paris: relaxing and writing while seated in the second story of Café Delyan across from the Tour St. Jacques, eating crêpes, walking past the Eiffel Tower, going to the Musée du Quai Branly to see all sorts of tribal/native/primitive cultural art from every region of the world and lots of scary masks, the Centre Pompidou with it's trippy escalators and freaky-deaky modern art, and of course the Sacré Cœur, with it's grassy hill and tourist traps.  I even went to a 1967 Roman Polanski vampire film Saturday night in a tiny French cinéma. 

But all good things must come to an end, and it seems that before I had even thought about my over-the-break homework, spring break did end.  Back to the grind...in Paris.