In France, people don't have individual yard sales. Instead, every few months or so each neighborhood of Paris hosts a giant flea market/ collective yard sale. Luckily for me, this occured right outside of the FEU on boulevard Jourdan last week. I spent a good while looking at things people had brought, but the sale went on for miles down the street so I didn't get anything/look at everything, but they had quite the spread- jewelry, books, dolls, statues, antiques, even saddles!

Yesterday was my last day of classes. So now only 4 (although potentially only 3) finals are left before I return home to the US in less than 20 days! What a ride this whole process has been. I'm excited to go back but at the same time wish that I was never leaving Paris. Living an "American lifestyle" is going to be very, very weird.