On our way to Rennes, we stopped by the town of Chartres to see the cathedral. The cathedral, I believe, acted in a way much like the cathedral in Lincoln, England. This was where the monarchs were crowned and where Joan of Arc supposedly picked the true king out of the crowd. It also resembles the Lincoln Cathedral in its architecture, which is a mix of Norman architecture and, from later on, Gothic.
Currently, the choir and knave are under construction for renovations, so we didn't get to see much of the central part of the interior of the cathedral. We did, however, examine numerous stained glass windows and the sculptures of Judgment Day around one of the entrances. The church has four rose windows at each direction, and, of course, all the stained glass windows (vitrines) tell biblical stories or comment on biblical stories. Even the zodiac window. I forgot what stories though because it was really hard to hear our guide.
After our tour of the cathedral, we ate lunch all together (which is a big deal because there are 61 American students, 5 moniteurs, and 2 directors) at a restaurant in Chartres. Then, we finished our drive to Rennes to meet our host families (we actually found out who our host families were on the bus to Rennes).
I arrived in Paris for my semester studying in Rennes with CIEE a couple days ago. My first day in Paris was basically taken up with arriving. I got in at 6:00 French time, and waited around in the airport with some other CIEE students for the arrival of the directors at 10:30 (Daniel Audaz and Staci Soum-Fonz). It was a good time to initially get to know some folks before launching into the orientation. We then dragged our luggage out to the coach/bus/autocar. I was personally amazed that so many students (and many female; out of 61 students, only 7 are male) could manage to bring only one suitcase. Of course, I only have two because my suitcases are basically duffle bags on wheels. The only way I'd get those things up to 50 pounds was if I decided to carry back several large rocks. Then, we drove to the aubèrge ("youth hostel") and dropped off our suitcases (valises) before walking down the block for lunch tout ensemble(all together) with the directors(directors) and moniteurs (sort of like an OL, except we have activities with them all semester; the word literally translates as monitors).
The lunch was three courses: du pain (bread), a pasta dish, and crème brulée (which can be literally translated as "burned cream"). Everything was delicious, bien sûr (of course), and afterwards we went back to the aubèrge for a petit réunion (basically a mini-lecture). Then, I headed out into the quartier (neighborhood) with a few friends I'd met on facebook over the summer: Alex, Maggie, and Emmi. We explored for a while and then ended up buying a small dinner/coffee in a restaurant in the upper level of a department store (yes that is actually quite common in Europe). When we got back to the aubèrge, it was getting a bit late, and I was very, very tired since I'd been up since 4:00 American time and it was now 4:00 the next day American time. 24 hours is a lot! And, although I thought about going to bed, I didn't actually end up doing so. I took a shower, and then went with one of my comrades de chambre (roommates) to see the Eiffel Tower (this was visit #1). The lights we of course spectacular, especially since we stayed long enough to see them sparkle on the hour!
From the Eiffel Tower, I returned to the room, enjoyed the view our room offered (there was a church, right across the sidewalk and two cafés equally close by, plus you could hear the bells from Notre Dame if it was quiet enough), and hit the sack.
Tuesday was another busy day. In the morning, there were activities arranged by the moniteurs to either Montmartre and Sacré Coeur, the Champs Elysée and the Tour Eiffel, or the Gallaries Lafayette for some shopping. I chose to head with Matthieu and Brice (two of the moniteurs) to Montmartre with Maggie, Emmi, Alex, Miro, Stella, and several others. The Sacré Coeur was truly a sight to see! It was absolutely gorgeous! The pictures I have of it certainly do not do it justice, and the interior is just as magnificent as the exterior. Of course, the gypsies (who are mostly from Afrique du Nord (North Africa)) were everywhere trying to rip you off with their simple "friendship" bracelets (you know, the ones you braided and knotted as a kid?).
After climbing to the top of the stairs to the church and looking around inside, we headed off down a nearby street in search of lunch and something to drink, we settled on sandwiches from a boulangerie (bakery) that we ate in a small park behind Sacré Coeur, and then we drank some café au lait at a small cafe down another side street. Sacré Coeur means "Sacred Heart," by the way.
After our morning excursion, some of the students headed off to a tour of the Musée Carnavalet to gain some knowledge on Parisian history. I, on the other hand, walked around the quartier and Ille de la Cite, which is where Notre Dame is located, with another Alex (there are 4 in our group: 3 girls, 1 boy). Then, we took a ride on the Bateaux-Mouches along the Seine. Bateaux Mouches means "Fly Boats." And they actually got that name from when there used to me slaughter houses along the Seine.... yeah, not such a pleasant story whether in French or in English. In any case, the ride was very pleasant and it was very interesting to hear our guide, who was a French student, talk in English.
After the boat ride, I headed back to the Eiffel Tower with the first Alex, Emmi, Maggie, and Stella (visit #2). We missed the sparkling lights, but of course la Tour Eiffel is always beautiful! And I got a chocolate crepe so everything was good. We got back to the aubèrge at about 12:30 and I hit the sack.
Wednesday was probably my busiest day. In the morning we had a guided tour of the Hotel de Ville, and what a beautiful building! Oh my God! C'était vraiment magnifique! (It was truly magnificent). Not only is the exterior beautiful, but the interior is probably about 10 times as beautiful! There was color everywhere and gold leaf and beautiful paintings and murals and auh!!! J'ai l'adore!! (That's the architecture nerd coming out of me, only I'm not going to use technical terms for its period and such forth; I'm lazy). I'm not sure if the public can really view it since everything was organized by CIEE, but if you ever have the chance to, VISIT IT!!!! I haven't been to Versailles yet, but it was built to rival Versailles, so.... GO!!!
After the Hotel de Ville, I had just about 2 hours before my turn at the tour of the Musée Carnavalet, so I headed off the le Quartier Latin with Matthieu, Brice, Yohann (another moniteur) and two girls from the program whose names I forget to see the Panthéon. I'm not sure how well known this church is in reality, because most American I've talked to don't really know what it is. Well, first off it's an église. Secondly, it's built in the Greek Revival style. Thirdly, it's similar in function (and my opinion beauty and architectural magnificence) to St. Paul's in London. Fourthly, it's absolutely beautiful. I think it was probably my favorite place that I visited (and you can tell because I took quite a few photos). There were murals on every wall and the statues were just beautiful! Of course, I also enjoyed going down to the crypt because there are many écrivains (writers) buried there, like Emile Zola and Verlaine. In fact, the church is dedicated to "les hommes de lettres" (men of letters). It's really very cool.
On our way back to the aubèrge, we had lunch in little park very close Notre Dame. Then, it was my turn to tour the Musée Carnavalet. The Musee is focused on the history of Paris, and, quite frankly, I would have found it more interesting if we hadn't had a guide.
Then, that night, we saw what I'm guessing was a chaos play, but I had absolutely no idea what the plot line was. And it wasn't because the play was in French, either. After the play, I ate dinner with Rachel, Nicole, Elyse, Jessica, and Emily at a cafe around the corner. The dinner took about an hour and half or so because we went for the three course option. It was delicious, but very French in length. After dinner, we headed over to the Eiffel Tower, making visit #3.
The next morning, we dragged our belongings to the coaches and headed off for Rennes, stopping by Chartres on the way, with a tour reminiscent of Bujak's field trips. Only without the guerilla singing....
Early this morning, those of us not going on the college trip to Italy officially left Harlaxton for the last time.
The coach got us to Heathrow by 6:00 AM and we were at the terminal by 7:00 AM. Just as I had calculated in my mind during those many hours of boredom on Thursday. As is usual for British airports, we weren't told our gate until our plane had arrived at the gate, so we sat around in the massive duty-free area while we waited. We were all boarded on the plane by 10:30, but we didn't leave until 12:00 because there were technical problems. So, we were two hours late by the time we reached O'Hare and got through customs. Both Alysa and her boyfriend were there to pick me up, and we headed over to her apartment right nearby IIT's campus. The apartment is really very nice. Although, the building it's located in smells like a hotel. But that's partly because it's so new--2007. We hung out at the apartment for a little while, and then headed out with her and Julie's sorority for dinner. There was a bit of drama going on in the sorority, so it made for a bit of tension during the meal, which lasted until 10:00, by which time I was nearly falling asleep into my food. So, I was dropped off at the apartment and Alysa went over to her boyfriend's.
We the set the art show up this morning in the Great Hall, and the rest of the day was libre.
The evening was much more exciting: BONFIRE!!!
We went out to the pitch where wood has been gathering all semester at 7:30, which was a bit too light to start the fire, if you ask me. It was also rather chilly and windy. I've decided that the English don't know how to do a good bonfire. Or grill anything. The hotdogs we had were boiled even though we had a grill that was being used to roast marshmallows for English-style Smores. Marshmallows and Digestives (chocolate covered biscuits. And by biscuits, I mean cookies). Definitely sweet. A little too much, if you ask me. In any case, there was a TON of smoke with the bonfire because they were burning a lot of tree branches and dead plant matter along with wood, including a blue door and a mattress. The door was kind of interesting because it caused some of the flames to turn blue and green. Needless to say, the bonfire didn't last long, and once we got too cold, we headed back inside to study before finals Saturday. Saturday I have my math final, Sunday is English novel, Monday is my art portfolio review, and Wednesday is the British Studies exam. Then, I have a down day and an 8-hour flight to Chicago. I don't want the semester to end!! I'll miss England and Harlaxton so much! Well, maybe not the food.
Today is the last day of classes before finals. I finished matting my pieces, although I had to reprint one of my lino prints because, since the art room is so warm, my hands were sweaty and a I ended up smudging one of my nicest prints. Note to self: water-soluble ink is a nuisance. The new print turned out even nicer, though, so it's all good. I really like working with lino prints. I hope I can keep it up at home.
In the evening we had the Valedictory dinner and our Harlaxton Commencement ceremony (I still don't understand why graduation is referred to as a commencement ceremony. I guess it's because you're commencing the next stage of your life). The choir sang throughout the ceremony from the back of the little freezing cold church in Harlaxton Village (the same church I went to an Anglican service at in January. It wasn't much warmer inside since that wintry weekend. Still, my nails were beginning to turn purple by the time we finished). We sang the Tallis Round (which, when we first learned it, we sang about cats. This time we just said "lu" and "la"), Dou Way Robin/Sancta Mater (from the 12th century), Though That Men (written by Henry VIII), Salva Nos, and Jerusalem (written by William Blake). When our names were called, we walked to the front of the church, got our Write of Achievement from Dr. Kingsley and our Harlaxton Society pins from Dr. Snow's daughter.
The dinner was much better than the Costume Ball dinner, and we were able to eat in the Long Gallery because the lift has recovered from its bout of illness (the tech guy like to personify. Earlier in the semester, the red phone was ill). Awards were given out, and three winners happened to be sitting at our table: Colleen, Eric, and Stephanie. The other recipients were: Elise, Abby Knight, and Jesse. After dinner was a brief slide show with people cheering at every photo of them (reminded me of high school; there are some goods reasons why Harlaxton is sometimes referred to as Harlaxton High).
After the dinner and slideshow, everyone headed downstairs for the last bistro party: Graffiti. We all wore white T-shirts, and took turns writing on each other. Kind of a nice memento. The party was fun, especially once people started getting drunk and signing every shirt the came into contact with. Of course, some took it too far and started signing the walls. Don't worry; that didn't last long, and I wasn't one of them.
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