I feel like expressing myself

If it was your last Friday night in Paris what would you do?  Drink along the quai or going to some chic club felt so "been there done that" when Kaley and I tried to make plans.  Anna and the boys were all preparing for Gay Pride the next day so it would just be us and we wanted to do something fun, fabulous, and totally French.  Well, duh!  We had to go to a Jazz Club.  I researched it and it looked like the best Jazz Club on the Rive Gauche was Le Caveau de la Huchette, located about a stone's throw from Notre Dame in the Latin Quarter.  C'était incroyable!

Kaley and I got all dressed up (I considered it a big night so I even ventured out to wear heels, which I never do with the amount of walking this city requires) and headed out to Le Caveau.  We quickly discovered how this club got its name.  While the ground floor might be an everyday looking bar, the downstairs was quite literally a cave!  It was kind of creepy and felt very prohibition.  There was a live band playing some fun jazzy tunes and the place was packed with dancers!  Now, I expected more of a sit and listen to the music kind of atmosphere, not a full on jump and jive session.  It was amazing how many amazing dancers there were in this place.  Kaley and I fought for a seat just to sit and watch them all on the dance floor.  They were amazing.  It was then, about half way through my mojito, that an older gentleman, Jean-Marc came and asked if I would dance with him.  I was about to say no, but then I remembered my personal mantra for this month being "Pourquoi Pas?" and I headed out on the dance floor with him, excusing myself in terrible French about how bad of a dancer I am.  Despite all of this, Jean-Marc took me out on the dance floor and spent the majority of the night teaching me how to do the "Handkerchief".  It was so much fun!  And even though I am a terrible dancer, I learned a lot!  By the end of the set I had the majority of the moves down!  I'm still beaming with pride. 

Drinking, dancing, and jazz!  A perfect last Friday night in Paris.  As far as my final weekend in Paris?  It's been quiet and enjoyable.  I went to the Musee d'Orsay on Saturday and spent some time in the Parc de Montsouris.  It's funny, actually.  For the past three weeks it has been nothing but overcast and rainy and finally, on my last weekend here, the sun is shining and it is warm and beautiful!  I guess Paris was saving the best for last.   

  P.S.
  I know that I've been saying for a while that I will update you with pictures, but it turns out this will not happen.  My computer is now choosing this wonderfully inconvenient time to be "full" on files, and thus not accept any attempts for me to upload pictures or sometimes even open my email.  I just purged and deleted about 1000 emails, but pictures aren't that easy to delete in order to free up space.  So, unfortunately, you will all have to wait until I'm back in the States to see my wonderful pictures.  And in the meantime, I will freak out over my camera in hopes that I will forever save the 700+ pictures that are stored on there currently...