Just a heads up, this is going to be one of those posts with many pretty pictures. If you’re nervous about shiny things and talk about loving life, don’t read it or you’ll surely die from cuteness.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve been to more places in the last couple weeks than I have over the course of any 6-month period within the last few years that I’ve lived on my own. I visited Versailles, took a train down to Perpignan and Canet in the south of France, travelled to Spain, stormed through the streets of Paris, got drunk off whiskey and rum (like everyone should at some point), went to a dinosaur expo and hung out at beaches all day long. Life is good. Here’s how it all went down:
VERSAILLES
I’m just happy to have a roof over my head, but the Château de Versailles takes fancy-schmancy living to the next level.
Deets, according to Lord Wiki:
- Floor space: 67,000 square meters
- Rooms: 700
- Staircases: 67
- Paintings: 6,123
- Drawings: 1,500
- Sculptures: 2,102
- Engravings: 15,034
- Pieces of furniture and objets d’art: 5,210
It’s OK, teeny tiny 12-meter apartment I live in. I still love you. I had heard and read about the amount of detail put into constructing the palace and its pure decadence, but it was amazing to finally get to see all of it up close. I had a lot of fun walking through the halls with the hundreds if not thousands of other tourists and admiring the architecture and art, and daydreaming about what life was like when the Château de Versailles was at its liveliest… pitchforks and torches excepted.


SOUTH OF FRANCE
Dad and I packed a couple bags, loaded up on Perrier and took the train down to Perpignan, where my great-aunt Nhu lived with her husband and son, Vinh. The family owned an Asian restaurant and lived minutes near the Canet beachfront (they don’t live in Perpignan, they live in Canet). It was extremely hot down there, but there was usually a sea breeze that kept me comfortable. What I really liked about the area though is unlike St. Tropez and Nice, there were few tourists (save for vacationers from Paris and travelers from Spain). There were few crowds and I could basically do whatever I wanted without getting harassed about where I came from and where my hotel was (sketchiness — it happens).


SPAIN
I started in Roses. Much busier than Perpignan and Canet for sure, but the beaches weren’t as nice. Too many pebbles. The shopping was really fun though, because there were some really neat styles on display and the prices were (surprisingly) reasonable. I stocked up. I also made my way through the Salvador Dali Museum. Good stuff. My kind of vacation.



SETTLING DOWN
Despite the happy travels, I ended up stressing out over finding an apartment to live in. It was tough — so much paperwork was necessary and I had to get stuff sent from the states. I had to get an attestation. I had to open a bank account.
I cheated and ended up hiring an agency, Paristay, to do the work instead. The results were wonderful. The agency found me a small studio in a century-old villa on Avenue Breteuil.
What’s even better, though, is that my friend Arianna is staying with me until she returns to England and then to the states for school. So strange, how we met. I will definitely have to think a little and then write up a blog post about how we met and how we ended up in Paris together.
Photos on the new humble abode to come!
