I slept great Wednesday night and woke up Thursday morning well before my alarm, feeling refreshed and full of energy. It seems I’ve officially made the turn towards being acclimated here.
After this morning’s LSF class and lunch at the University, we visited the Conciergerie. This is the jail where Marie-Antoinette was held until she was beheaded. It was a nice visit where I took tons of pictures of the history narrative to read on the plane on the way home.
If I’m remembering correctly, before being a jail, this was the Palace before the royal family moved to the Louvre (which was the Palace before it was moved to Versailles). Now it’s part museum, part offices, and part law courts.
After the Conciergerie, five of us walked to the Sacré-Cœur where we walked up to the dome and took some stunning pictures of Paris. In total, it was 1880 steps; 940 steep, winding steps each way.
It was so worth it though, once I was at the top and could breathe again. I have to say, I understand why people tour the churches of Europe. They are so beautiful! I thought this church was actually more beautiful than Notre-Dame. Notre-Dame is beautiful, but for me, it’s the history of it that is really the appeal; to walk on floors laid in the 12th century is something.
But the Sacré-Cœur was stunning. I wish I had better quality pictures; as by this point in my travels, I’m getting a lot of blurry pictures. My eyes are so tired they aren’t focusing properly.
We again went to dinner and this time we managed to find a place that had terrible service and mediocre food. So unfortunate. I did however, interpret from ASL to English for the first time. One of our group is Deaf, so I was asked (told) by the Clemson faculty member who was with us, to voice for her. It felt weird voicing when I’ve spent so much of this trip keeping my mouth shut when communicating with people.
It was only like three sentences, basically her dinner order, but it was cool how easy it was, not only to understand her, but to be her voice. An interpreter becomes the voice of the person they are interpreting for, so we don’t say “she wants the vegetarian lasagna.” We say what the Deaf person is saying, so instead it’s, “I want the vegetarian lasagna.” I was pretty happy that my first time interpreting, even as simple as it was, I didn’t make the mistake of saying “she’ll have…”.
After dinner it was back to the hotel and to bed. It was a little sad when the night was over due to knowing that the next day was my last day in Paris. I’ve really come to enjoy this city.
Such is life.
So now, I say bonsoir. I’ll leave you with these fabulous pictures of 100% Chocolate (yes, I said chocolate) that we stumbled upon while looking for a place to eat. Sweet dreams!