La Fille du Chat Noir

You realise you’ve spent too much time in France when you go to the supermarket and come home with 20 euros worth of cheese.

PS: Do notice the half-eaten baguette in the background.

Today it’s Liberation Day in Italy, and everyone back home is enjoying the sun whilst lying on the grass and eating BBQ ribs.

What have I been doing? I’ve been attending the most boring lectures in human history, and I am currently dying of physical pain. BUT, I did lay my eyes upon this view on my way home, which makes everything better.

Petite France, Strasbourg.

I never seem to get tired of this magnificent city. 

Just the thought of heading back to the UK in 5 months depresses me.

Pic above: A pearl I found in a bookstand in Place Kleber with Almendra. The urge to photograph it got us a bollocking from the creepy bookstand owner.

I’ve been once again absent on here, as I’ve spent the last couple of days in Haguenau (North of Alsace) with my partner in crime. Major highlights of the week include a folk concert (MAXMABER ORKESTAR - make sure you check them out because they’re pure quality), and glorious Alsatian dinners.

In order to make the most of my winter holidays, I spontaneously booked a return ticket to Switzerland, where I shall enjoy a quite impressive Roman theatre and a few interesting museums.

¡Hasta las vacaciones siempre!

The Strasbourg diaries: this week so far

So, have you been wondering what happened to me this week? Probably not, but I shall tell you about it anyway.

Monday: The week started with a fabulous me showing up drunk at lectures after a good drink with an old friend and falling down the stairs of my faculty. Perhaps not the greatest of starts, one would say.  

Tuesday: Aside of lectures, nothing much has happened. I did however get the chance to catch a good game of football at my local pub with a couple of friends, which hadn’t happened in a long time. I still maintain: Arsenal, you suck balls.

Wednesday: After a day beautifully spent skipping every possible sort of commitment, I threw my usual Italian dinner party, cooked some delicious Italian carbonara (perhaps not all that delicious, since I’m an appalling cook) and watched Milan beating Barcelona 2 sore bottoms to 0. It was glorious.

Today: I woke up to the smell of bacon, which is like the best way of waking up ever: that was pretty glorious too. And now I’m trying to avoid revision for my 12pm presentation by typing up this post. I wish a very nice day to all of you who are desperate enough to read my posts!

Picture above: Strasbourg Cathedral

I have once more proved to be the most inconsistent person ever by failing to type a new post in almost a week. Anyway, I just wanted to share with you guys this ‘pearl’ I stumbled upon on my way to lectures.

The bar is supposed to be called ‘Au coin des pucelles’ (for the non-francophones it means something like: The virgins’ corner): too bad the ‘i’ actually fell off (or was perhaps cunningly removed) and the name is now ‘Au con des pucelles’ (roughly The virgins’ vagina).

Frenchies, you amaze me once more.