Stairs, boots, bread, classes

• There are no elevators in Paris. The Stanford Center is on the 6th floor, which is equivalent to the 7th floor in America.
• Everyone wears boots. Even the 3 year olds, even the 80 year olds.
• Whole wheat bread doesn't exist here. Which is fine by me, I love baguette.
• I am taking the following classes: Comparison of the French and American health systems, taught by a hospital director who has written 11 books and received numerous doctorate degrees; Contermporary Arts Survey course, taught by the amazing visiting professor Mark Applebaum, in which we are reimbursed 100 euros to see the arts around Paris, and get to go on wonderful outings as a class; Paris Arts Practicum, also taught by Applebaum, in which we create our own art and present to the class; and last but not least, an art history course on 19th century French painting, taught by Estelle Halevi, director of Stanford in Paris, in which we get to go to the Louvre and Musée d'Orsay to see--in person--the painting we are learning about. I'm really excited about all of them.

More to come later this week. I ran around the Eiffel Tower this morning, it was great!