last night i went to the comédie française to see le malade imaginaire, a play by molière.

which was fun. i had read the summary before so i luckily knew what was going on. otherwise, i'm not so sure i would've gotten it all. the theater itself is quite beautiful--red and luxurious, and our seats weren't too bad--maybe even good considereing they weren't up in the balconies. afterwards we went to go get drinks and then we walked through the louvre and other pretty sites to go to odéon and went to some british pub.

i don't think i've learned paris well enough, which i really need to work on, but i keep going away for the weekend to sit around and really get a feel for things. i'll try though--oh i'll try. otherwise, i've been hanging out a lot alone--i went to buy a ticket for rufus wainwright yesterday which was lovely. i'm oh so excited to see him. that'll be all.