Night at the Seine River

This was actually the first Fourth of July celebration I have seen that did not include any display of fireworks. Luckily, one of France’s major holidays, Bastille Day, takes place on July 14 (according to Wikipedia, Bastille Day is the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille fortress-prison, which was seen as a symbol of the uprising of the modern nation) and they are expected to have a fireworks display like no other. We started the night by stopping by Monoprix (America’s Fred Meyer equivalent) to get beverages. The girls all purchased warm alcohol and I just bought myself a cold bottle of Coca-Cola. P-Jo did not want to get anything to drink because she had just taken her medication. 😛 

We then headed to sit on the banks of the romantic Seine River. The stairs smelled of STRONG urine upon descent, but everything cooled down once we got to relax on the edge of the pavement. We all toasted for the Independence of America and sporadically yelled at incoming boats that hosted touring services and wedding parties. Afterward, the gals headed out to have more drinks with the professor. Brockman just finished giving another phenomenal saxophone performance in an intimate setting of a nice hotel bar. P-Jo and I decided to call it a night and headed home towards the Fiap. I then called my family and filled them in on my stay. I still can’t believe I’m here! 😃