Le Survivant

Last night I had to do laundry.

That may not seem like a big deal, but it is.  Mostly because Europe is concerned about the environment a.k.a. they don't believe in dryers.

For a girl from the States whose wardrobe is built primarily of jeans, this can cause problems.

Anyway, last night I hung up my clothes to dry and prayed that they would be dry for my class on Tuesday.

This morning I woke up and all of my clothes were dry.  Even my three pairs of jeans.

And that was when I knew today was going to be a good day.

At the mall I found two pairs of really cute shoes.  And they were an extra 10% off just for fun.  Also, I was able to correctly tell the salesperson what size shoe I wanted not only in European sizes, but in French.  (As previously mentioned, I'm really good at numbers.  It's a math thing.)

I then went to Place Bellecour to go to the bookstore.  And it is very possible that on the way there I died, because the bookstore is almost exactly how I picture Heaven.

Stacks and stacks of pens in all different colors and styles.  Plus there were highlighters and markers and sharpies... It un-seriously was one of the happiest moments in my life so far.

To end this perfect day I went to a cafe for a baguette avec fromage et jambon and chocolat chaud.

Not only was this delicious, but they gave me a chocolate candy for dessert.

I sat in the cafe for an hour and a half reading Harry Potter...

...in French.

I only made it through the first chapter -- it takes a lot longer to read things in another language, even if you do have the English version memorized -- but it was still magical.

«...en ce moment même, des gens s'étaient rassemblés en secret dans tout le pays et qu'ils levaient leur verre en murmurant: «À la santé de Harry Potter.  Le survivant!»