Nocturnal Wanderings, Frivolity, Museums, Chanel/Stravinsky, and a 5 Euro Formula for Happiness

This weekend went by in what felt like a matter of seconds. I had some adventures with several different people. These things happened:
-two museums in two days: Pompidou on Saturday, Rodin on Sunday, both for free with my visa -- Pompidou's permanent collection is a floor of awesome. They have Diane Arbus, Lisette Model, this painter I really like, Sonia Delauney, this insane surrealist photographer whose name escapes me, Matisse's paper cutouts, Karel Appels and people like him, and Chagall and Dada and other stuff I can't think of right now. Amazing. I love Centre Pompidou so much. Rodin is good too, but especially the garden and The Thinker
-nutella/banana crepes, shawerma, beer, chocolat chaud, and late-night quesadillas in my kitchen
-a movie, "Coco Chanel et Igor Stravinsky," with my French fairy godmother, this wonderful lady professor I'm friends with who will take me out for coffee or to see a dumb movie and remind me that it's okay to be confused when you're 22. The movie was kind of dumb, but with "The Rite of Spring," playing constantly. I love Rite of Spring. Also, the actress who played Coco Chanel made me want to become a fashion designer just so that I can dangle a cigarette in one hand and pins in the other while I adjust something on a dress someone's wearing. That I designed. There was also a subplot involving the inception of Chanel no. 5. Frivolous, pretty, fun.
-Rue Mouffetard/The Latin Quarter, the Marais, Saint Michel on both days
-party in my apartment on Saturday night after wandering the city until after midnight. I played cards with my roommate's friends until I couldn't keep my eyes open. Not as riveting as the Risk night, but it's a nice feeling to come back to your apartment to find a party is going on.
-things I did not do: laundry, grocery shopping, enough running, sitting alone in a cafe writing
-wandering from the Marais to the Latin Quarter to Montparnasse and back again
-so much good conversation with wonderful people
-starting my day with a latte, Pema Chodron, and the New York Times

I'm beginning to think that all you really need in Paris is somewhere to walk, ~5 euro for coffee or beer, and someone to talk to while you wander or sit down to said beverages. It is easily my favorite thing about this city.

Back to work and reality tomorrow. Things are certainly still hard. I still have no idea what I'm doing when my contract ends in April. Uncertainty and confusion are daily companions.

But this felt like my first real weekend in Paris.