I'm sitting in our hostel right now, enjoying the best palmier I have ever had and nursing my sore legs. I cannot believe we are already consolidating our things to pack for Italy. And by consolidating, I mean I don't know how I fit so much in my backpack and I have no idea if it all will fit back in. We leave tomorrow for Venice, a day early due to train booking troubles.
We have decided that the best way to eat in Paris (and the cheapest) is picnics, and honestly, they are my favorite moments so far. The first picnic was in front of the Eiffle Tower so that we could see it twinkle. Dre later described it as "a permanent, chic, metal Christmas tree", and since Christmas trees are her favorite, I'd say she loved it. The food spread was equally impressive: cheese, bread, fig jam, french salomi, fresh fruit and wine...lots of wine. My favorite part, though, would have to be the macaroons that we all split from the chocolatier we visited earlier in the day. Absolutely amazing. Our next picnic was in the gardens of Versailles... I have never been so content. The rose wine went perfectly with the green manicured lawns. Not to mention we drank just enough for us to start welcoming tourists to our humble home, the palace. Needless to say, no one was impressed especially the security. Before we left, I was able to bottle some sand for my dad's collection. I know it's not a beach, but it's pretty cool.
After Versailles, we headed back to Mont Matre and shopped. Andrea and I found an awesome vintage shop where I bought two parissian dresses and this head dress that looks like it's from an old french movie. Dre got a dress, as well, and we both oogled this vintage purse for a good amount of time wondering how much 165 euros was in dollars (too much). We learned a lot of french ("can we try this on" "it's too big" etc.) which we both promptly forgot and had to ask again in the next shop.
We took a small break at the top of the hill (for those reading who have been here, it's right by the metro stop with the carosel) where I preceeded to get a tad tipsy and made everyone join me because "it's the french thing to do". Brie and I found my future husband and forgot that most people speak English here. Our volume should have been several levels lower while disguising how great he looked when he smoked. It was so much fun, but the highlight was when I got my first French "kiss on both cheeks" hello!
The first night we were here our waiter was really funny and endured my French so, naturally, we were all in love with him. The weird part is the next morning we saw him in a little breakfast place where we were eating. He said hello, but that's where his knowledge of English stopped so it was a short conversation. But then the NEXT day while we were at the little bar we saw him AGAIN!!! Hence the French "kiss on both cheeks" hello. His friend was with him and spoke some English so we talked for a little bit and got invited to another bar, but we never went because the girltalk was too much fun to break up.
Today, we climbed The Eiffle Tower (used the stairs)please hold the applause because I was ready to leave and if it wasnt for Brie's insistance, I would have. It was freezing, and no amout of "stair excerssizes" warmed me up. That was one of Brie and Dre's selling points, "climbing will warm you up". Liers. Once we made it to the top, they were forgiven. The sight was amazing, esspecially after working hard to get there.
We went to a cute little pastry shop for the reward, where the food looked fake because it was so beautiful. Dre, Brie, and I went nuts and got everything we wanted... so so so so so worth the carbs. We also stopped in a fresh market for some fresh squeezed orange juice (it rivaled Frountier's), and fruit.
This palmier is too good to ignore, so I must sign off. We are about to start getting ready for our champagne tour on The Sein, au'revior.
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