So, I am in Paris now, with my host family and my roommate. I got in early last morning (on French time; late Friday night on Washington time), and... Well. Let's start out by just saying that metros, which are full of staircases, and suitcases don't exactly mix, shall we? :P
Otherwise, it is kind of a "Well, now I'm here, so I have to buck up and do this" sort of situation. Not in a bad way, though.
I was dead on my feet all of yesterday, so -- today! Today C (roommate) and I started out by going to a marche (an outdoor market). I had been to a small one in Foix, but it wasn't hardly anything compared to this one, which was huge and extremely crowded. Claustrophobic.

But it was fun! All the produce looks fresher; it might be France, it might be the being outside, I don't know. I did notice yesterday that some of the supermarkets label where their produce is from though (not on the tags, on signs) and that a lot of it is from France.
There was a lot of fruit, meat (bacon! Rabbit! Tongue! Brains! Snail! You had all of your bases covered), cheese (which C really enjoyed) and flowers, as well as things like clothing and jewelry. The food areas were definitely the most crowded, though.
It was only a short walk from the apartment of the family that we're staying with. Speaking of that --

This is a view from one of the windows. It is a beautiful apartment in a beautiful area; the only thing that I'd really like to change is for there to be light on the stairs. (We're on the 7th floor and C and I have not figured out how to make the stairs light up yet, supposing that that is possible.)

Our host mother is kind of a professional host mother -- she's had a lot of students from several countries -- but she's really nice, and so is the son that we see relatively often. The apartment is rectangular rather than squarish; our bedroom is at the end of an extremely long hallway with uneven, creaky floors. There is a lot of charm here.
(Although, I wouldn't want to be tall, like C, and use that shower! And I need to remember to be even more of a tourist and take pictures of the details in the architecture around here, because if there are somethings that says that I am not in the states anymore, that is definitely on the list.)
I am having a hell of a time with the time change, although not in the sense that I'm jetlagged. I just have no idea what time it is unless I'm in front of a clock (and I have issues converting between times).
After the marche, we met up with some other girls from our group at the Louvre -- the first Sunday of each month has free admission -- but it was crowded and C had to go and up with someone else. I didn't feel like staying, so I took the metro home alone. (Are you proud of me? You should be proud of me :P .)
The metro really is better than buses, although you see less, scenery-wise. I am very fond of my little map and have underlined the stations that I will be using regularly.

And... yes. That is what I have done today. I might go out again to find something to eat, but we only have one key between us, and C is currently out and about. Hmm.
We have orientation tomorrow, and then class Wednesday, and I don't know how to fill the time in-between. That's probably not a good thing to say :P . I will find something!
(Probably something tourist-y!)

<3's, darlings.