But lets start at the beginning, shall we?
My apartment is tiny, but sufficient. I used the hotplate the other day to cook delicious spaghetti with olives and artichokes. Imagine grocery shopping by picture alone since you can't read the words. So far so good, however I was super nervous that I was buying cream rather than milk, but my grocery shopping trip was successful.
I did manage to buy a human sized towel, as well. So I took a photo of the size so you can see the difference between acceptable and French standard. While drying dishes, i realized that the original towels I was provided are the exact size of a large dishtowel. If they hadn't been hanging in my shower when I arrived, I would have thought I had grabbed the wrong towel for my shower. So be it, my shower towel will now be my dish drying towel. I'm still not sure if the black towel was meant to be a floor mat or not, but it is now.
|Top to bottom: normal towel, black floor mat towel?, dish towel?|
|Egyptian Protesters at Palais de Challiot near Trocadero|
I bellied up to the bar near the door and ordered a mojito - which seems to be a favorite of Parisians, it is on every restaurant menu. Within 10 minutes, I was engaged in conversation by a friend of the owner. He asked if i wanted a cigar and to go down to the smoking room... "non, merci". About 15 minutes later I was approached by 2 other gentlemen. For the 15 minutes between my cigar buddy leaving and them approaching me, I noticed their 2 girlfriends (and them) staring and giggling. I'm pretty sure they were making fun of my jeans. ITS A SPEAKEASY! I had no idea people would be in dresses and sportcoats. I was wearing a ruffled black sleeveless top and heels at least. Whatevs, drink your bottle of champaign and stop staring. Then they men came over. I winked at the girls as we were talking. They offered me a glass and I obliged. We became friends, the girls became jealous and left. Shocking, I know. We all danced and drank until 3:30 in the AM and they dropped me off at a hotel near my apartment.
Oi! Hung over. What a wasted Saturday. I woke up at 3am with the worst hangover ever. 2 Advils, a bowl of cereal and a cheese and butter sandwich later and I was ready to work. Off to the park to write.
|Saturday's office space|
|My "research lab"|
|Amazing sunset in the park.|
|A hard days "work" deserves a delicious reward|
Paris Observations #2:
I love that men don't try to "grind" you here at dance clubs
On average, wine is 2 euros ($2.65) cheaper than water. Its better to drink wine
French butter is far superior to American butter. I love butter on my sandwiches now!