... but I'm going to leave you all hanging for one more day before I update you on the past two weeks of my life. Only one more day! Bear with me. Classes started this past week and I also caught a nasty cold, so it's been all kinds of chaos trying to navigate the ridiculous French university system and also my own ridiculous immune system.
I saw a bizarre French play tonight. It's called L'Acte Inconnu, and a kind description of it is "postmodern." It was actually fun because it was just so out there -- I'm talking people in crazy geometric costumes jumping around with random props in their hands (for example, a lemon tree), sometimes stopping to bang something on the floor or to sing a capella or to recite a snippet of dialogue having nothing to do with anything else, and an accordion player and a props manager popping in and out of the madness and often contributing to it. I have a feeling the madness would have been a lot more meaningful if I could have understood more than every third word, but no matter. It was just fun to marvel at the fact that a portly man in a tight orange bodysuit could sing an entire scene from a German opera and act out each individual part, including the dog, and then turn around a second later and rejoin the equally surreal scene behind him (which featured a man wearing a puffy blue sack and holding a giant pencil, a 15-foot tall painting of a landscape, and two women in geometric-print dresses swinging large sticks, among other things).
Ah, French theater. How delightfully eccentric thou art, and how ludicrous you will make my dreams tonight. I'm off to bed now, where visions of postmodernism will dance in my head ... bonne nuit.
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