Wait, what? You're going to tell me that I only have five more weeks of classes left in Paris before a brief exam period at the end of May. Five weeks! But part of me feels as if I just started swimming in the deep end of Parisian and French culture. There are only two weeks before an April break that also takes two weeks off of the calender. Does this mean that I need to start eating every nutella-banane crepe likes its my last? Maybe.
Yesterday I spent two hours in the afternoon playing some basketball with some of the other Middlebury students, plenty of français and a few international students and what can best be described as a French YMCA. But apparently the court where we were playing around was actually where basketball was first played in Europe. I don't have any fun dates or photos, so you'll just have to take my word for it. The court itself probably hasn't been updated since that first game. It was parque in a chevron design where the individual pieces of wood would jump out of place if you make a sharp enough cut or dribbled a little too much. It made for quiet a few pauses in the game action. The other unique aspects of the gym were the two giant pillars in the middle of the court playing as fifth and sixth defenders for one of the teams. The set some pretty decent picks, but their key roll was limiting the angles of potential shots. There was also a track above the court, also made of wood, and on a slight incline. It really felt like I was playing in a completely different time period.
I can't wait for next Saturday. Maybe I should find some period appropriate clothes?
Finally, I'll leave you with a film we recently watched in my Nouvelle Vague class. Its a French poem about the magic and origins of making plastic.
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