Ligne 4

Ligne 4 is the mètro line I use to go to school every morning. The first day I went, I wasn't quite sure how to get from the mètro stop to Sciences Po, but once I got out I just followed the groups of young people who looked a little unsure of themselves et voilà! They led me straight there (I, of course, looked super put together and was definitely not sweaty from wandering around a little bit lost).

Sciences Po is located in St. Germain des Près, a very chic and posh neighborhood. It makes for a difficult walk to school in the mornings as you get so distracted by all the beautiful shops, mais c'est la vie. I also definitely saw some older gentlemen with some not so very old wives/girlfriends walking around. How clichè of them.

The Welcome day was this Friday and it was a lot of fun. I met lots of people from all over the world and we discussed the different drinking games we have in our respective countries. Apparently beer pong is not the be all and end all...

Ligne 4 also takes you to a wonderful market called Marchè Maubert.

So many different types of honey! I bought some Miel d'Oranger.

Vegetables et fruit for sale. My favorites are these small green plums called "Reines Claudes."

Fresh seafood! Smelled like it too...

Cheese,

more cheese,

and even more cheese! It's like an obsession or something. 

My favorite, gouda!

Wine? So cheap!

View from a café. There were so many people on vespas and vèlibs, but they were too cool to be in my picture.

Un sandwhich mixte (with ham and emmental cheese).

Un cafè crème (which is the same as a café au lait). There is also un café allongé which is an espresso with a larger amount of water (they say it's more american, although I don't know anyone in America who drinks a coffee like this). Then there is un café noisette which is espresso with a dash of cream/steamed milk. And then, of course, there is just a regular espresso. 

The front view of my building. You punch a code to get in and then take the tiny elevator to the 5ième étage and then home sweet home!

My room.

 P.S. Sorry, Mom, that's your scarf on my chair...I stole it. I love you!