Frommage, frommage, je t'aime!

So, Friday was pretty much the best day we've had in Paris. The Paris Center had one of the owners from a nearby wine shop bring us some wine and cheese to taste, and he told us about how to taste it, and the region it comes from, etc. We had two whites and three reds, with a cheese to match. I've discovered that I hate dry white wines, but the sweeter ones I can handle. And I reconfirmed what I already knew, that I'm completely obsessed with cheese. Who knew that fungus could do such wonderful things?

After getting sufficiently warm and fuzzy, we split up to go to our conversation sessions. Every three students are given a Parisian college student to hang out with for an hour once a week. My conversation assistant is named Jade, and we met her at the Bastille metro and went to a bar/café and talked about Chicago, old movies, etc. She said that our French was better than her last group, so that made us feel a lot better.

We regrouped at the dorms, changed, and met again for another pub crawl. Except that we only went to one bar. But anyway, it was a cool little place, and we were finally able to get several tables moved together and have a good time. Ice-breaking bonding games were played, such as "Never Have I Ever." Apparently I had a stunted childhood, because "never have I ever" heard of this game before last night. I also had considerable problems playing "Concentration" when I was in London. I guess the bonding moments come when people have a story to tell about how incompetent I am (I'm sure Seth still has a few snide remarks up his sleeve). Sweet!

Today was a wandering day. We took the metro up to Les Halles and just walked around, winding up eating kebabs in front of Notre Dame. It was so nice out, we didn't go in any places. Tonight we are doing the Nuit Blanche...more on that later.