Dammit, dammit, dammit -- I spent a good amount of time in Shakespeare and Co. today ... argh. I leave tomorrow and I don't have time to go back over there. Art certainly recharges my batteries; I was thinking to myself as I crested the fifth floor of d'Orsay today that I wasn't sure my calves were going to manage another foot -- but that if I could just spot another Van Gogh I'd be fine for at least half an hour.
dammit indeed. Since you can't make it there this time, I'll tell you what it is. You enter at ground level and there's a regular bar. To your left is a winding staircase. You go down, down, down, down, down, winding and winding deep into the Paris underground. Suddenly it opens up into the big hall of a cavern. You can see that it goes back further into smaller caves. To the left of the staircase, is the stage with WHOEVER IS PLAYING -- they will be unbelievable. If it's 10 or 11 at night, everyone is up and dancing. and everyone else is packed in at the walls. If BLOB_CASTLE ever gets to Paris, he would love it. Here's what it looks like on the surface and here's what it looks like down the long staircase. During the French Revolution Marat and Robespierre hung out there, but I doubt they were dancing. You'll be back. Have a safe trip home.
Damn. You know, only a few days ago did I tell my girlfriend that what I'd really like to do is sit at a French café for a whole day and just absorb everything. This place looks incredible. I got chills just looking at the photo. Thank you very much lil for showing this to me, I'm honored that you still remember my interests despite my lack of activity lately.
Hopefully someday :) Through talking it over with many people and then digesting it all myself, I decided to stick it out. There will be more benefits that at my age I'd can't even comprehend from getting a degree than if I were to quit and begin paying back my debts now.
So, I'll graduate in June and begin the quest toward no debt.