Jour Sept

...began with the busiest train ride of our lives thus far. This picture doesn't do it justice, these are just the hands that could reach to hold on to the poll. We felt like Holocaust victims being packed into trains. That's terrible. It wasn't as bad as that. But still, pretty bad. I wished everyone a "bonne journée" as we descended, I got a few smiles, I know I did. From the French!

After art history, some of us went to lunch at some chique little place with our Professor. He's a cool, brilliant, young guy who loves art above all. He said I'll be the stoic for the semester because of my lack of interest in looking at paintings and I really do want to learn to love it, so we'll see...

Shae and I took a certain friend of ours shopping after that because he didn't have anything warm to wear. This handsome bystander helped us pick out cute things for our guy. I was originally going to pick him as l'homme du Jour (hence this creeper shot, courtesy of the incredible Shae) but then he ended up trying to get our french phone number later and we thought that was weird, so he just wrote down his email address for me instead and we realized all French men are that bold...hmm.

Anyway: Here's our real winner. L'homme du jour: