Jet lag is thoroughly kicking my single and fabulous bum this evening, dear readers, but I wanted to finish out the vacation trilogy so that I can begin to return to our regularly scheduled programming. Plus, I suppose going to sleep at 8:20 pm wouldn’t help me get over the jet lag, would it?
So after my whirlwind tour of London, RL and I set out for Paris by train. I highly recommend that way of getting from London to Paris or vice versa – it only costs about $100 if you buy ahead (it might have been even cheaper but I procrastinated) and took less than 2 1/2 hours and was a pleasant journey. Our arrival in Paris was somewhat less than smooth. We needed to buy Metro tickets to get to our hotel (way cheaper than taxi), but the ticket machine only took Euro coins (not bills) or credit cards. We didn’t have any coins, and our credit cards didn’t work, and the ticket window with a live human was closed (it was about 9 pm), and the currency exchange place wouldn’t give us change. I ended up having to hit up the ATM for Euro bills, then ask a woman at the bakery to take pity on me and give me change, so it worked out, but only after we’d shlepped around the train station for a good 20 minutes.
Other than that sorry welcome, I adored Paris as always. The last time I was there, when I studied abroad in Madrid and spent a weekend there, it was a week before Christmas and was bitterly cold (but still beautiful). I recall being up on the Eiffel Tower and hearing my teeth literally chattering. But this time around, the weather was perfect — sunny and breezy and lovely.
The first night we were exhausted so we just shared a pizza and some wine at a local restaurant and hit the sack early. The next day, we set out to explore Paris. First up was the important task of finding breakfast, and we both had our little hearts set on crepes. We walked around our neighborhood to no avail, including a cool open air market, and ended up walking across to Ile St. Louis, where we first got suckered into sitting down at a tourist trap restaurant. We fled quickly when we saw that the only crepe on the menu was a dessert crepe for NINE euros! (Aka, like 12 dollars. Holy crap.) We wandered down a nearby side street and were fortunate enough to stumble on a perfect little crepe stand where the crepes were a much more doable 4 euros and they were made up hot and to-go: Nutella and banana for me, cheese and egg for RL. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
Satisfied by our meal, we then strolled over to Notre Dame:
We then walked along checking out the various bridges. Once it got to be lunchtime, we decided that we were going to do it up right and get our own little picnic. We hit up a wine store, a cheese shop, a bakery, and a fruit stand and ended up with this:
First we sat on a nice grass lawn, but before we could even open the wine bottle, the police swooped down on us and tsk-tsked that we couldn’t drink in that particular area. To add insult to injury, they looked at our bottle of wine and laughed at us! (Ok, so it cost 3 Euro, but it was a 2003 Bordeaux and it tasted good to me – not like that says much…) We relocated to a bench but we dubbed them the “wine police” and we kept seeing them throughout the afternoon:
I will elaborate more on this in another post because it will take longer to explain adequately, but in my time in Paris I was just loving the language and the city and the ambience and I told RL that my biggest regret in college was that even though I studied French, I never studied in France so I never really got comfortable with it or good at it. I told her that I would love to live in Paris for a year and get fluent in French so I could be trilingual (I also speak Spanish). And I said that if I were to do something like that, the time would be right now, before I have anything else tying me down.
And since I got back I have been researching what it would take to make this kind of leap. It is daunting and seems very challenging, but not impossible. Since I believe that where there is a will, there’s a way, I have all my feelers out, and we’ll see what happens! It’s fun to keep my mind and heart open to these exciting possibilities, and to think about returning to something that I loved so many years ago and let fall by the wayside.
But I digress. That night after walking all over and picnicking, RL and I met up for dinner with her friend S. He is French but he lived in San Francisco for a while a few years ago, and they were roommates for a year. He turned out to be a great guy – and yes, the very same fetching French boy I mentioned a couple of posts ago. He was a little bit shy at first, but sweet and funny and cute and of course, the accent is absolutely adorable. He sort of has a Penn Badgley look about him. He took us to a traditional French brasserie and he and I shared a giant steak and fries – delicious! We had a good time talking and laughing – luckily his English is amazingly good, because my French is embarrassing at this point. We hung out with him two nights in a row, but I hate to disappoint my readers that it never became more than platonic. (Nope – I didn’t smooch a single European man. Sorry, all!) There was a definite vibe between us, but as I said, he is shy and plus, RL was there the whole time so it wasn’t exactly conducive to makeout time. The second night he showed us his apartment, and it was a tiny place (makes some studio apts i’ve seen in Hollywood look large by comparison) but it also had the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen — a 180 degree view of Paris, including the Eiffel Tower. So anyway, we said our goodbyes and he had asked for my info, so I gave him my card, and he told me that if I ever came back to Paris he would show me more of the city and other parts of France. Yesterday he wrote me a totally cute email, saying that he had a really good time hanging out with RL and me, and that my visit was too short.
Wouldn’t it figure that this happens with a guy who lives on a different continent? Oh well – I guess there is no harm in crushing, is there?
I will leave you, dear readers, with a couple more photos – can’t go to Paris without seeing these, after all.
Au revoir until next time!
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