samedi 17 octobre 2015

Down and Out in London and Paris: A Tale of Two Salisburys

Hi! I'm back like season two. It's currently about 10000 degrees CELSIUS in the City of Angels, so it's hard to imagine that only 9 months ago I was about to lose my friend to hypothermia at Disneyland Paris. 9 months ago?! I am officially 6 countries/3 trips behind on the blog. I told y'all I was a deadbeat... but I (eventually) deliver.

I have planned a trip to Europe with way too many people to count but for whatever reason, the plans never really made it off the ground. Why did I continue doing this?! 1) Cause I'm dumb, but mostly 2) Cause I'm a creep. The thing is, I love picking people's brains. I want to know the who's, the what's, the why's of their lives. I wanted to see the world I love through the eyes of someone I care about. As much as I enjoy traveling alone, I always wondered what it would be like to get drunk and not be found floating down the Seine 3 days later. Before I knew it, plans were in motion once again. I invited my friend Wendy aka Salisbury along and I could not have asked for a better travel partner. We brainstormed for days on end to see where we'd go. Bali? Dublin? Cairo? All very awesome places to go. Aside from the trip to Cancun we had taken two months earlier, it was Wendy's first real trip abroad so we (okay, I) decided to take it easy. Being huge fans of Sherlock, Harry Potter, and James Bond, London was a no brainer. Lots of history, zero language problems, and pubs as far as the eye could see. The choice was clear. Eventually, we decided on splitting the trip between both London and Paris because I'm a total creep and couldn't bear to be so close to my favorite city without visiting. I had been through this before so I did not really believe it was actually happening until we boarded this plane full of muggles. 

Once we landed, I decided to wing it cause I am an asshole who never plans things all the way through. After we got off the bus at Victoria station, my phone decided to play games. Oh? I had no internet, Wendy had too many bags, and --wait for it!-- it started fucking pouring. How were we supposed to find our way to our hotel? I knew it was close, like 0.2 miles close, but I am trash and have no sense of direction so we were in deep trouble. Luckily I remembered my CIA training, so after a little bit of walking up and down the streets, we finally found our home for the next few days. I really wanted Wendy to feel like we were in England, so we booked a stay at the flawless Rubens at the Palace (opposite Buckingham Palace!). Yeah, you read that right. I was neighbors with the Queen. Get on my level! Whenever I travel, I try to stay up as late as I possibly can in order to help my body adjust, so after tossing our bags in our room, we headed out to do a bit of sightseeing (and eating, duh). I was surprised to see that I still remembered my way around. Why couldn't that have kicked in earlier? Useless ass brain, for real.

EXCUSE MY FACE its not like I just got off a million hour flight or anything...

It felt so great to be back here! The weather was perfect, too. I really love when the air is super crisp following rain. I was surrounded by flawless architecture, gorgeous scenery, and best of all--- great company! I was so busy playing tour guide and pointing things out that I didn't even pay attention to the road. I guess this is the part where I tell y'all about how I almost got hit by a double decker bus. If it weren't for Wendy's cat-like reflexes, it would have been curtains for me. I mean, can you imagine a more cliché way to die?  How embarrassing. I was just really stoked to be back in LDN, bruv. Whatever.

Back at the Ruben's, we got settled in for the night. Words cannot begin to describe how amazing this hotel was! The staff, the food, the beds... lawd. Take me back. Top notch from top to bottom, no joke. I really need to know who the person in charge of decorating this place is, though. On one hand, I was totally stoked to have a Picasso Baby in the room:

oh, what a feeling!

.... but there were also horrifying cherubs on my headboard that I just knew were plotting to steal my soul while I slept.

y u do dis?

Having been up for what felt like 3 lifetimes, I was too tired to stay up (and fend off demons) so I accepted my fate and wished for the best.

So begins the story of my triumphant return to London and Paris... these poor cities never knew what hit them. 

lundi 7 septembre 2015

Pikachu's Postcards: Parthenon, Athens

My niece loves Pokemon and I said I'd take her Pikachu on my journeys, too. This is a series called Pikachu's Postcards and I will be posting random snaps periodically! Today we travel to Greece, where Pika loved exploring the Acropolis in thousand degree heat. 

dimanche 6 septembre 2015

Baraats & Goodbyes

On the way to dinner, we started to see lots of action up above the road. We drove right past a baraat! I was posted to the window like one of those little Garfields. If you are unfamiliar with this phenomenon, a baraat is an Indian wedding procession. The groom, dressed in white, rides a (white) horse to the wedding venue. In modern times, they don't have to ride a horse the entire way. They can ride a white car for a portion of the journey but still arrive on the horse (cause tradition, duh). He is accompanied by what I assume are friends and family plus a band. It was really exciting to see, especially cause I am a total creep for Indian weddings. We passed another baraat, this one bigger than the last. I was so excited. Well it goes without saying that the dinner was delicious as usual. Our tour guide, B, sat next to me just like he had the entire trip and literally forced me to taste all of the food offered. India was blessing my tastebuds so hard. The best was yet to come, though. 

samedi 29 août 2015

Last Stop: Agra Fort

So here we are. It's the end of the road, man. The Taj was everything I wanted it to be and more, but the best was yet to come. India is the gift that keeps on giving! It was my last day of sightseeing. On this day, we found ourselves at the Agra Fort. I'm going to keep it 100-- I had never heard of this place until we were en route. Side note: India has the best restaurant names. Eating Meeting? Eat Something? Bruh. Y'all kill me.

Back to my CRIMINAL lack of knowledge! The Agra Fort is extraordinarily impressive and beautiful. Part fortress and part palace, it has been described as a "walled city". With so many different buildings in the complex, that sounds about right. It is enormous. It has all the elegance, opulence, and majesty of an imperial palace. It is fucking amazing. Like almost everywhere else in India, you really do get an aura of a bygone era here. Words cannot do it justice. I totally felt like an old school explorer, like Indiana Jones. I love this architecture. I love India. Most importantly, I love that I was able to capture all these pics. Hey memory card, you the real MVP. Here are a few pics of the grounds:

dimanche 12 juillet 2015

The Taj Mahal: World Wonder Deux, Duh!

When I last left y'all, we had just made the thousand year journey to Agra. Let me tell you that my hotel was fucking AMAZING. It was so serene! Truly an oasis in the chaos that is Agra. The longer we stayed in India, the crazier it got lol. I love you, Trident Agra. Man, so heavenly. It was just what I needed! It was insanely hot and humid, but there was a pool and A/C. What more can a girl ask for? Apparently, the stars were aligning for me and making my trip super pleasant. I got to catch the tail end of a Bollywood movie and then The Hobbit came on. I even ordered room service cause I was having a very Kevin McCallister moment. When I took a look at the kids menu, I had to do a double take. Had the heat melted my brain? Nope. This was very real. Who thought of this? Much amuse. When my food arrived, I wanted to cry cause it looked so delicious. Ugh, I was soooo relaxed! Y'all know me and my creature comforts. I wanted to stay here forever. Yeah, I'm totally normal.

samedi 20 juin 2015

Road 2 Agra: The NeverEnding Story

Man, this has to be my 500th entry and I am still not done with my India recap. Like Dave Chapelle once said--"Wrap it up, B!". I'm sorry, Internet. The truth is, I took well over 6, 000 pictures in India. WHO DOES THAT?! It's been hell trying to narrow them down to a select few and building an entry around them. I am not a fan of travel blogs that are full of pictures with no story. I want to know what happened. I mean, I know how to use Google Images so if I wanted to look at pictures, why would I go to your blog? With that said-- 6,000, though? I never take that many pictures anywhere, I swear. What can I say? India put a spell on me! Only one more entry after this and we are out of here.

Moving on, after departing lovely Jaipur we set off for Agra. This was the moment I had been waiting for! Little did I know that the ride to Agra would take a smooth galactic year. Our first stop was to a small village called Abhaneri. This is where a famous step well called Chand Baori is located. Rajasthan is a desert state, so water is a resource that is Gollum certified precious. If you are wondering about the name, "Chand" refers to Raja Chand and "Baori" means step well. It was built in the 9th century to collect rainwater but the British Raj thought step wells were gross and unsanitary so they shut them down. Obviously, they went dry. Regardless, Chand Baori is still an incredible sight to see. This thing looks like an optical illusion! Pictures don't do it any justice. My eyes couldn't process it. India is bananas, for real.  Chand Baori is 13 stories tall, 100 feet deep, and has about 3,500 steps. I am out of breath just thinking about it! I can't imagine who would actually climb down these steps for fun. I was gripping the railing when I leaned in for a closer look cause I knew my scumbag brain could (and would!) betray me. Y'all have heard the french expression l'appel du vide ("the call of the void"), right? Non, merci. I really like being alive.

vendredi 12 juin 2015

Palaces, Block Printing, and Weddings: Oh, My!

Woke up bright and early to enjoy some gobi paratha downstairs at the breakfast bar. I love breakfast more than anyone I know, so I think it is safe to say that I am an expert. I am here to give you my expert opinion and tell you that India has the breakfast food game on lock, no contest. I could live off of it forever. I have always been an early riser, so I was usually downstairs before anyone else in the group. Let me stop here for a second and mention that I loved getting ready with MTV India on in the background. So many new bangers for me to listen to! Anyway, I was enjoying my cappuccino while skimming the Jaipur Times. I was so pleased to see speculation that Professor Moriarty would play the villain in the new James Bond movie!!! Wonderful news. 

My group joined me and soon we were ready to begin the day. We headed out into the wild ass Jaipur traffic and made our way to the Jah Mahal (Water Palace). This thing is literally just raw in the middle of the Man Sagar Lake. It is a 5 story building, 4 of which are underwater. Indians, what will y'all think of next?! I heard this is actually a hotel with 100+ rooms, but who knows? I didn't go inside, but it is a really nice, if not unusual, sight.

lundi 8 juin 2015

Me, Again

It has been about a month since I last updated, and this is why:

School is truly the silent killer. 

I have managed to emerge victorious from yet another grueling semester and I am one step closer to finishing. I am a total masochist. After a little more sleeping in and lounging about, I will continue my India trip on the blog. I can't believe it has already been about 6 entire months now! It has been really fun going through all of the photos again and reliving it. After that, I will be posting about my London/Paris double feature and then... ugh. Barcelona. Still heartbroken, still wish I was there. This is the post I am dreading the most. I'm still not sure how much of that trip I want to share. I will probably just give y'all the gist cause it was really fun to be swept off my feet lol. I will figure it out by the time I get around to posting about it. I hope to be caught up by the time I leave for Istanbul (51 days!). 

I promise I am still around! There are many more stories to tell--- like how I almost got hit by a double decker bus in London as soon as I got there (dumb ass!) and miraculously lived to tell the tale. Until then, I may or may not be drowning myself in wine...



My glasses were askew and I didn't even notice! Such frazzle. Much decompress. Wow. Par for the course avec le vin en tête. I am totally serious when I say that this term really put me through the wringer! It feels great to have free time again. I have really missed my blog... I am such a deadbeat.

À la prochaine! See y'all soon.

dimanche 10 mai 2015

Izzyana Jones Visits The Amber Fort

Can you believe I had never heard of the Amber Fort until I got here? The Taj Mahal gets all of the press, but this was a truly spectacular structure. My lack of knowledge ended up working in my favor cause I was absolutely blown away. The group was abuzz at dinner cause we were gonna ride an elephant up to the top. I don't like animals, but I still didn't really want to ride an elephant. It just didn't seem right to me. I am not a PETA weirdo by any means, but I couldn't imagine myself riding an animal. I debated whether or not to do it, as it seemed like everyone was stoked about it. I have seen way too many episodes of When Animals Attack, so I wasn't trying to risk it. At the hotel, I googled how the elephants were treated at the fort. The internet told me that the elephants only do the circuit for a bit (4 trips) because it gets hot very early. I think they only allow the rides for 3 hours or so. I don't believe it, though. I know elephants are sacred, but it still didn't sit right with me. Once we got there, only me and one another person opted out. I was afraid of an elephant seeing a mouse and freaking out, trampling me to death or throwing me off the big ass hill the fort is on. We got up on the platform where the people climb on, and hell nah I wasn't about to get on one. We had to wait til everyone else got on their elephants to hop on the jeep to ride up. While we waited, I watched the mahouts get the elephants ready. The elephants were painted in the prettiest colors! They lined up to carry people to the top. Elephants are fucking beautiful in real life. Eyelash game on 100. In other news: holy fuck, it struck me that there were a bunch of real life elephants in my immediate vicinity! AHHHH.


vendredi 8 mai 2015

Jaipur: The Pink City

Good morning! Jet lag was finally trying to interfere with the alignment of your girl's chakras. I couldn't really sleep, so I harassed Air France about my suitcase all night via Twitter. They were on the case, but it's not like they had a choice. I was going back and forth with AF so much that I even asked the guy what the name of the song was that I heard on the in-flight playlist. He actually responded! Now that's real customer service. It was Day 2 of my trip and I was already tired of wearing the same clothes. I was starting to feel like a cartoon! Man, even though I had showered I still felt super gross. In its natural state, my hair resembles Sideshow Bob's. Since my hairspray was in the Bermuda triangle, I had to put lotion on my noggin to try and keep it in place. I knew this wouldn't stand a chance against the humidity, but I had to do something. I went downstairs to cry into my cappuccino but joke was on me cause some of my group was already down there. They all assured me that you couldn't even tell I was wearing the same thing, which was a total lie. What a bunch of Pinocchios. I looked like the grim reaper! Whatever, at least they tried. I was on my second cappuccino when B, our tour manager, waved me over. MY LUGGAGE HAD ARRIVED! I have never been so happy in my life. They tried to load it up onto the van, but I intercepted it. I wasn't about to wear this déjà vu ass outfit for another second. I ran into the restroom and changed. I felt like I had been reborn. I was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, man. It felt so great to wear clean clothes! Merci beacoup, Air France boyfriend, for making sure my bag got here A$AP.

dimanche 26 avril 2015

Delhi Daze

We had just left Humayun's Tomb and the day was in full swing. I finally got introduced to the hustle and bustle of New Delhi. This is exactly the India I was expecting to see! I have to admit that the road was complete chaos. There are lanes painted on the street, sure, but no one gives a care. It's every man for himself out there. It kinda looked like a game of Mario Kart. I almost expected a fucking banana to show up and make us spin out. Motor bikes, rickshaws, bicycles, cars, trucks, buses, dogs, cows, pedestrians, you name it-- it was all there. The honking... the honking... OMG it was everywhere. There were more sirens than a Manu Chao song, too. It was truly an overload of the senses. There was just so much to see! It was out of control and I loved every second of it. We drove by the Red Fort which was fucking massive. I wish we'd stopped by, but maybe I can do this on another visit. I just didn't have time to go explore while trying to familiarize myself with the city. 

It wasn't the cows. It wasn't the trash. It wasn't even the smog. One of the most shocking things I saw were all the power lines. I have never seen such a tangled mess of power cords and I live in South Central! It is such a mystery. I was completely perplexed. How does this shit even work?! I can't even blow dry my hair without blowing a fuse and fucking up the electricity. I guess that is the beauty of it all. India has been around for ages and it does not give a fuck about your safety codes or regulations. 

A Paris Goth Abroad: Humayun's Tomb

I had to be up in 2 hours, so I went straight to bed... JUST KIDDING! I spent it shivering and texting, duh. It's not like I could sleep. With my luck, I'd wake up the next week. I was still very excited anyway, so at 6:00, I got out of bed, made some tea, and started getting ready. My socks didn't end up drying, but at least I had my makeup bag! I could recycle my clothes but I wasn't about to be faceless in India. I headed down to breakfast where I overheard people slandering me. Apparently I was being picked up with others who were on the same flight and they all waited for me for 2 hours. OOPS! I cheekily introduced myself as the person they were talking about. Their tune changed when I told them my ordeal. Word spread quickly and the sympathy came pouring in. I was suddenly a celebrity! They all said I was handling it well, but I mean... what was I gonna do? Stay mad the entire trip? Uh, no. Now in the company of about 20 others plus the world's best host, I was in an awesome mood. I was so happy to meet my fellow travelers, young and old. My hotel had the most delicious cappuccino I have ever had in my life, too. Did I mention I had never eaten Indian food before? The love affair began when I had my very first meal. I was hooked. I swear, I would kill for some aloo paratha now and forever.

It was time to head out! Since I arrived at night, it was exciting to finally see what the city looked like. It had finally hit me that I was here. I was so elated! First stop was the very imposing India Gate. The Arc de Triomphe will always be my favorite, but India Gate is equally as impressive. It was a lot bigger than I imagined it to be. Like the Arc de Triomphe, it is a war memorial. India Gate honors the soldiers in the British Indian army who died in the First World War.

mardi 21 avril 2015

Desvelada En Delhi

I was finally in India and couldn't believe it. Whoa. After being trapped for hours by The Woman in the Puffy Coat, I obviously had to use the restroom. I got off the plane and walked for what felt like a hundred years to find one. You know in the cartoons when a character is on a long journey and while they are walking the seasons change in the background? That was me. Keep in mind that I couldn't walk for shit-- in fact I think my legs felt worse. I finally found a restroom, threw open the door, walked in, and closed it. When I turned around there was... nothing. My first thought was "Where is the toilet?!" but then I remembered I was in India. Duh! I have been in Asia before, so I am not new to squat toilets, but for some reason I just totally forgot they were in India, too. Do you know how hard it is to squat when your legs feel like linguine?!

I was trying to hurry up and clear immigration because my driver was only going to wait for an hour. I had arranged for someone from my hotel to pick me up because I didn't want to take a taxi. Give me a break. Had this been noon, who cares. I am not that adventurous, though. As a solo female traveler there are just some precautions you have to take. It is what it is. We were slightly delayed and I was not about to try to find my way home past midnight. I guess this is where I mention that I was on a tour. I would be joining my group at the hotel and we would set off together the next day. I was not about to do India alone. I figured I'd scope it out and return back by myself if I felt like I could handle it. If you want to know who I took this tour with, contact me. I loved it! Back to the story.

dimanche 19 avril 2015

Izzy Goes To India (And Other Stupid Tales)

The big day was here! I was finally going to India. I have been interested in Indian culture my entire life. The earliest memory I have of it is probably reading about it in A Little Princess when I was a kid, but who knows for sure? My interest has never really wavered, despite not knowing any Indians until I was like, 17 years old. Aesthetically, India was (and is) my jam. Those of y'all who live in Southern California know about Channel 18. Well on Saturdays there was this program called Showbiz India TV that featured interviews with Bollywood stars and clips from the newest movies. I was so obsessed! I looked forward to it every week and would be crushed if I missed it. This was pre-DVR days, so you assholes are spoiled rotten. Sometimes, my antenna would act up and it would be all static and weird. USELESS. Anyway, I loved it and had favorite songs and everything. I was so serious about it. 

For some reason, I had never really thought of going to India. Like, I was ready to buy my ticket for a ride on Virgin Galactic, but India just seemed so...far away? I seriously considered going to fucking SPACE before India. Don't listen to me. I eventually made some plans to go with a friend a few years ago, but she chickened out and that was the end of that. Even then,  I don't think I really believed I would actually go through with it. One day, I saw a special or something about Oprah's visit. She said that India was sensory overload and that it was the only place she had ever felt like she was really "somewhere else". I thought that was a pretty interesting statement especially coming from someone who has probably been everywhere in the world. India is pretty polarizing. Either you love it or hate it. The problem is, I didn't know too many people who had ever been there. The trip reports I read online were also split, except for one thing-- they all agreed that India was a beast. I love a good challenge, so you would think that would rekindle my desire, but nope. I'm an egghead for sure.

vendredi 17 avril 2015

For Those That Louvre Long Walks

Hi, I'm back (and still in love with shitty puns). Where did we leave off? Oh, right. Today, we are at the Louvre. Everyone knows what the Louvre is, and if you don't, then I have no idea what to tell you. I will revisit this fucking snoozefest of a museum on the trip report for my next visit. Anyway, the actual building is gorgeous, but many will recognize I.M. Pei's glass pyramid outside. I hate modern art in general, so I'm not crazy about the pyramid. At least it doesn't look like the Pompidou building. I'm too uncultured for this, whatever. I hung out here for a bit drinking a delicious vin chaud. I realized I didn't have any photos of me here, so I had to ask someone to take a picture of me (#foreveralone). Just kidding, I love traveling alone but sometimes your girl needs some pics. Speaking of... Picture time!

samedi 4 avril 2015

Aux Champs-Élysées

One of my favorite things to do in Paris is ride the metro. It is super efficient and really convenient as you are never more than 5 minutes away from a stop. It will get you everywhere you need to be in a timely manner and it has some of the coolest stations I have ever seen. The metro itself is a treasure trove for those of us that enjoy people watching. My absolute favorite station is the Arts et Métiers stop. It looks like a submarine straight out of a Jules Verne novel! Y'all know I'm a Sci-Fi geek, so I am totally on board with this decor. I love the advertisements, too. How am I supposed to know what is happening in the City of Love?

I know y'all think I'm kidding, but I'm as serious as a heart attack. Titanic is one of my favorite movies of all time. Besides the fact that the costumes were flawless, the set design was out of this world, and the acting was top notch, the story of the Titanic in and of itself fascinates me to no end. I bought the Director's cut DVD as soon as it came out and all. Don't play with me. Now imagine seeing it in Paris... with a live orchestra...ON MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND! Ugh. Let me stop before I cry. Paris has it all. 

One of my other favorite ads was for the app that provides real-time metro info. This is very useful for you Cinderizzys that leave your glass slippers everywhere.  

dimanche 29 mars 2015

Grinchmas in Paris

Y'all know I am usually a super Grinch but I absolutely love Christmas. I was a retail slave for most of working life (until I married rich, duh!) so I am no stranger to the craziness that the season brings. Surprisingly, despite the enormous crowds and eternal hours, the holidays were always my favorite. What can I say? I love the chaos. I think it goes without saying that I have probably heard every single holiday classic imaginable. Still, I love the music, especially by the Ronettes or anything on the Home Alone soundtracks. I love to decorate my haus with stockings and big ass red bows, hang a million ornaments on my poor tree, and try to figure out who my Secret Santa is. I also watch my favorite Christmas movies over and over cause I am a total holiday ham. When I am not busy quoting Christmas Vacation or Home Alone (1 & 2 ONLY), one of my favorite pastimes is judging people when I ask them whether The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween or Christmas movie. In short, I am a total savage (albeit a joyous one).

Just like Macys, Barneys, and Bergdorf in New York City, the big department stores in Pahree (Printemps, Le Bon Marché, and Galeries Lafayette) join in on the Christmas fun and decorate their windows, too. It is a holiday tradition and I couldn't wait to see them. Since I left home on Black Friday, I was missing out on the Christmas Mania back home. How was I supposed to know how many assholes got trampled at Wal-Mart this year? I wasn't going to be back home til mid-December, so I was gonna miss out big time. To cheer myself up, I headed over to check them out-- and what a treat they were! Galeries Lafayette's were my favorite, obvi. The theme was Noël Monstre ("Monstrous Christmas") and it was so cute and creative. Remember that it was the dreaded Dimanche (Sunday), so although the store was closed, the windows were open for all to enjoy. It was nice to see families out together for a leisurely stroll. Tourists and residents alike stopped and stared at the windows, absolutely entranced. Kids had their tiny little faces pressed against the glass, watching every move. I swear I even saw adults smiling. I am not making that up! Who knew these Frenchies had it in them? Their little Grinch coeurs grew three sizes that day. With enchanting windows like these, how could they not?

The windows featured mischievous monsters of all colors, shapes, and sizes having some fun. I have added a short raggedy video at the end cause pictures just do not do them justice!

dimanche 15 mars 2015

In Photos: Palais Garnier

Confession: I'm part-time bougie. I love ballet and try to catch a performance wherever I go. There is one major place I'd love to see a performance, and it is #17 on my Ultimate Bucket List. Obviously, I had to visit the Paris Opera. Back in the day, society people came to the Opera to see and be seen, not to enjoy a performance. The opera or ballet that was being performed came second to hanging out. It was mostly background noise. How do you say "flexing" in French? Nobody got here on time cause being late meant that you were busy and important. That means no street rats allowed! Not surprisingly, most of the corridors and landings interweave, permitting people to be social during intermission. This is also why the staircases, halls, and foyers are so large compared to the auditorium itself. People were just out here loitering. The ballers and other members of high society would come here for a grand affair. The world is a stage, bro. Thought you knew.

Did you know that there is even a little plaque at the box where the Phantom "sat"? Who commemorates a ghost?! Friezes, columns, statues-- they have it all. More is more at the Palais Garnier and I am here for it! I love the glitz and gilded luxury. Although it used to be Ballers Only, us plebes can now enjoy a performance for as little as 5€. There are tons of nods to Greek Mythology in and around the building if you are into that sort of thing. Outside of the Opera, there was a ska band playing. It was pretty cool to see. I love street performers in Paris. Anyway, the rest of the photos are of the Opera, including a picture of your girl. The last picture is a panorama to show y'all just how ornate and exquisite the auditorium is.

Hanging with the Phantom at the Paris Opera

When I last left y'all, I was STILL thirsty. I hopped on the Metro to make it to Palais Garnier in time for my rendezvous with the Phantom. I got there a little early, as always, so I went looking for some water. At this point, I would have paid 10€ for a bottle. It was that serious. 

I walked past Galeries Lafayette and noticed that they were closed. I kept walking and came across the Lindt store. That too, was closed. WTF? That's when I realized it was Sunday. NOTHING IS OPEN!!! Fuck. If you are wondering why I didn't just stop by a mom and pop or a random dude on the street to get my water, it's because I only had big bills and there was NO WAY they would break it for me. Getting change is like pulling teeth here, but what can you do? I feel like I haven't posted a picture of some chocolate in a while, so check these out. It was like a mirage.

That's when I got the Phantom's text. He was ready to see me. Man, I am totally kidding. I sound like a psycho. The truth is, I had a guided tour of the Opera that was meeting at 1:30 (13:30). I had never been to the Opera so I decided to check it out. I would highly recommend it! It is such a beautiful place. Don't believe me?


dimanche 8 mars 2015

In Photos: Père Lachaise

Here are a few pictures of the area surrounding Oscar Wilde's grave at Père Lachaise. I am not kidding when I say that this place is absolutely beautiful. It is a veritable city of the dead; there are allegedly over 1 million people buried here! There are tree-lined avenues with names and divisions grouping graves together. It is really a sight to see.

 I love the sweet memorials and the collection of flowers in various states of decay. Damn, that sounds morbid but it truly isn't. I didn't even scratch the surface during this visit because I was pressed for time, so I didn't get to walk around that much. Look at the variety! It is stunning. Some of these sculptures are truly next level.. I wish I'd had more time to check it out, because this experience was totally different from my last. The autumn leaves and the gloomy skies definitely added some charm. There is so much character and history here, I mean everywhere you look there is something cool. Someone once asked me to be his girlfriend at a cemetery (swear!), and I totally loved it. I'm a creep, whatever.

This is what a real cemetery looks like to me. It is kind of a bummer that the ones at home look so bland and boring. Have you ever thought about what you want your grave to look like? If not, come here and get some inspiration. I already know what I want engraved on mine, and that is Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr ("and the birds sing no more"). It's a line from my fav Rammstein song, duh. Anyway, enough about me and my ghoulish ideas. Do yourself a favor and visit! Tell 'em Snoop Dogg sent you.