Have Some Pride
June 24
Following my long day at Dieppe, I figured the best use of my Saturday was to walk a lot again. That’s a good idea, right? I hadn’t seen the Basilique Saint Denis yet, and I was told it was beautiful. I also had a free ticket to go inside and see the heart of a mummified boy, but in true Lucero spirit, I was halfway to the basilica before realizing I hadn’t taken the ticket with me. And it wasn’t a distance I was willing to backtrack on, it took me around fifty minutes to get there by metro, as it’s actually not in Paris, but a bit north of the city.
So I sat there on the metro with a baguette in one hand, my phone with tunes in my other hand, and a disappointed look on my face.
Regardless, it was beautiful and I still got to see most of the inside, just not the mummified heart (which is fine, the concept creeped me out a little anyway). Their rosaries and other religious things were also way less expensive than Notre Dame, so of course I got more.
While I mapped my route to the basilica, I noticed on Google Maps a little rainbow section that was the designated Pride route, and it was near the Louvre. I quite like the Louvre and wanted to go back and do more shopping in that area and figured, “hey why not go to Pride, too?”
Let me tell you, it was a crowded and wonderful time. I marched with everybody for about thirty minutes or so before I got too claustrophobic to continue. It was just such a joyful time! We danced and screamed and had a grand old time. It was a great first Pride parade for me!
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June 25
A bit of a lazy day, I finally took some time to rest my aching feet (who wears boots to Pride? this dumb girl). I also had to start thinking about dinner! Earlier in the month, our home mom asked my roommate and I if we would make her authentic, Mexican food. We said sure, well knowing that we had no real experience making Mexican food and that we were just good at eating it.
Nevertheless, in the span of two hours, we cooked up homemade tortillas, taco meat and filling, and cilantro-lime rice. And our home mom loved it!
Au revoir, Lucero
