I knew it would happen. I had yet another incident on the RER. For those of you who don’t know, the RER is the commuter rail in Paris and the surrounding region. It’s a little bit sketchy and a lot dirty, and it’s fairly easy to get on the wrong train if you’re not paying attention. I left my apartment extra early, since whenever I have to use the RER, something always inevitably goes wrong. Sure enough, after I descended into the depths of he-…the RER, I saw that the entire Luxembourg station was under construction. There weren’t any information booths selling tickets, and the machines didn’t accept my bills or my credit cards. Joy. I had the brilliant idea of walking for 6 minutes to the other end of the station, thinking it would be logical for there to be information desks there. Silly me, of course not! Exasperated, and starting to worry about the time, I frantically asked a group of French teenagers where I could use cash to buy an RER ticket, and they told me outside the Luxembourg gardens, which is actually across the street from the station, above ground, and unmarked.
I sped-walked back, purchased enough tickets for me to get there and for both my brother and I to return, and then ran back downstairs just in time to catch one of the trains headed to CDG.
45 minutes later, I found my brother waiting at the arrivals gate with his bright red North Face and a goofy, exhausted grin on his face.
Moral of the story: the RER is the WORST and MY BROTHER IS OFFICIALLY IN PARIS! We’re off to do fun and exciting things. Toodaloo!


Hey guys, I'm Katie! Welcome to my blog, where I ramble on about anything and everything. I'm 21 years old, a rising senior at Boston College and am pursuing a major in International Studies and a minor in French. I just returned from studying abroad at Sciences Po in Paris, so most of the entries from the past five months consist of my cultural experiences, my passionate love affair with French food, my close encounters of the third wine, and my ramblings about crazy French people. I love photography, traveling, reading, and cooking. I love all kinds of music; check out what I'm listening to at
Toute ma vie…
A slightly incoherent grouping of words that sum up my life over the span of the past couple of weeks: Mike visits, Notre Dame + gargoyles, soccer game + flares, Shakespeare & Co (again), crepes, confit du canard, boat cruise on the Seine, Scottish pubs, people watching on rue du Buci, Cahors wine, sunshine, 80 degrees, MADRID, tapas, Guernica, sangria, BARCELONA, hills, harbor, paella, beach, Gaudi, Parc Guell, sunburn, more sangria, more tapas, cod fritters, Boqueria (read: CHEAP PRODUCE), Erin + Julia + Eléonore + Courtney + Juan, more sunshine, picnics.
A more coherent blog coming…well, I don’t know when it’s coming. I have less than two weeks left in Paris, and to be frank, I’d rather be out frolicking in streets…but not to worry, I’ll at least give you some more incoherent rambling over the next couple of weeks until I return to AMERICA!
PS: this blog entry by David Lebovitz is basically the summation of my food shopping experience thus far. THEY NEVER GIVE ME CHANGE, the jerks! And speculoos…yum.