I ought to be doing homework, but I am unclear as to what the assignment actually is.

The problem with having classes that are all in French is that sometimes I don't really know what's going on.  I understand the words that are coming out of the professor's mouth, but somewhere along the way I missed who the "she" is that we are talking about and now have no idea who we are discussing...sometimes it's a non issue because I can just smile and nod along, but other times it's a big issue.  Like when I am supposed to write a one-page reaction to something-and I'm not entirely certain what I ought to be reacting to. Then the whole language-barrier thing really rears its ugly head.
Oh well.  Such is the life of an exchange student and the poor professors who have to deal with me.
This weekend I went to the Musee Rodin (Rodin Museum) where the original "Le Penseur" (The Thinker) is. I really enjoyed this museum- Rodin's sculpture is so different from what I've been seeing in the cathedrals and other art museums.  It's much more lifelike and passionate, instead of just posed religious or mythological figures.

I followed it up with my first visit to the Eiffel Tower! I didn't climb up yet- I am working myself up to it in baby steps.  I would very much like to see the view from the top, but am not sure if I will be able to make it all the way up.  So I've decided to take it one level at a time, starting with my favorite level-the ground.

 

On Friday afternoon, I took myself to the Musee de la Moyen Age (Middle Ages Museum) and spent a nice afternoon discovering the art of France's Middle Ages.

 All the museums in France are in buildings that ought to be in museums themselves.

Wooden Jesus-almost all the art from this period had something to do with Christianity.  It was interesting to me though that the subjects of their paintings, carvings, tapestries etc almost looked like cartoon characters.  Something about the way they depicted the faces...

This is just some of the girls from my program, out for happy hour-just to prove I am making friends.

This weekend will find me in Provence.  I have heard rumblings that it might actually be warm there, which will be a welcome change from the gray, cold, cloudiness that is Paris in February.