chez moi.

Either due to the granola habits I picked up in Moab, or the vagrant habits I picked up while traveling, some of you seem to be worried about where I am living. NO NEED. First of all, my roommates are studs.

Meet Clément:
(hey man, if you take pictures of yourself with my camera, you're just begging me to post them online)

He is a graphic designer for a record label and is also Gab's brother. (Gab was my studly French roommate at BYU for three semesters. Remember, the one that plays soccer and got addicted to ballroom dance? The one all the girls had crushes on, remember?) Well Gab was an awesome roommate, but Clément's even better because he has a girlfriend and thereby doesn't steal all my prospects. (Gab, je plaisante. Tu sais que je te kiffe GRAV.)

Meet Christophe:
This is his headshot I stole off of facebook--j'espère que ça te derange pas trop, Christophe. C'est juste que t'es tellement beau...

He is an actor and is Laetitia's brother. Laetitia and I met at BYU last summer and quickly became good friends. Christophe is an awesome roommate because he is kind of the reason I ended up in Paris. You see last May, Gab and Laetitia were telling me about how Laetitia's brother, Christophe, was going to this acting school in Paris that he really liked... and the rest is history. Well, actually the rest is the present. You follow me?

The apartment is great. It's cozy, like most Parisian apartments, but it's nice. Two rooms, separated bathroom and toilet, and a kitchen. All you need, including a WASHER.

Here's me making pancakes in the kitchen. FYI, if you want to really impress French people, make pancakes:
We live in the 20th arrondissement of Paris, which can be a little shady, but our neighborhood is nice, as you can see by this view from our window:
It's right next to a métro stop and a bus route that goes right to my school. And we live by the famous Père Lachaise Cemetery which is home to the graves of Chopin, Molière, Balzac, Proust, Jim Morrison, Edith Pilaf, and this person's:
First person, who hasn't been to Paris, that can name who resides under this strange statue wins a free French pastry of your choice. Redeemable only in Paris.


Oh, and here's a picture of that rally I went to on the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall:
Look familiar? I may have failed to mention that it was not in Paris.
It was here:
More to come on that subject.