I am surrounded by smart vibes and can't help but reflect on some things I've learned during my visit so far:
- My French is not nearly as horrible as I imagined (People get me things! And don't roll their eyes too much)
- I really really like olives
- The stereotype of baguettes being sold every-fricking-where in Paris is mythology (we walked many blocks before finding a traditional bakery offering a plain loaf of French bread - the street vendors sell fancy sandwiches)
- The dollar is bloody embarrassingly nearly-worthless against the Euro
- I can restrain myself from buying $100 shoes and $60 underwear [barely]
- I really really like wine
- Wine is cheaper than Coke and sometimes water
- People here do love their dogs like children (they're often welcome in cafes and on the Metro; not always the same for kids...ha)
- Smiling as a form of communication (plus repeating "S'il vous plait" and "Merci") usually makes everything better
Now we are off to dinner at La Tour Eiffel (eeeeeeeeEEEEeee!). I am wearing my jaunty brown striped skirt, summery white button-down shirt, and black flats; I feel tres jolie (though no beret; seems like too much and I don't really look good in hats).
Au revoir, mis amis!
11 comments:
You are just so adorable.
Le sigh. Wish I was there.
crepes for breakfast i hope.
Yay! So how did you get to France? What happened!?
ooo do pluck an allouette if you get the opportunity...
will they let you bring feathers back into the US?
well maybe a picture of the wee birdie! :)
sounds so wonderful!
I'm quite sure you could rock a beret. With wine, of course.
This AMI is green with ENVY. But, I guess you can enjoy yourself. Somehow in that jaunty outfit I am imagining you in one of those wonderful French Films.
Le sigh, is right. I just got back from two weeks vacation and I want to be in Paris. Instead my neighbors have french speaking relatives visiting and I, in no way, want to embarrass myself trying to dredge up my 7 years of french. I suck that bad.
Baguettes and wine! Who needs anything else?
I'm tres pea green, btw.
OH OH OH number 3: that's RECENT. you couldn't swing a cat when i was there and not hit a pile of them all around! baguette breakfasts, baguette lunches...
but what you wouldn't know as a slender woman is that you can be quite plumpish (as i was when i was there years ago) and you will still get chatted up from the french men on the street, even though you are walking with your hubby. hmmm...yes waiter man, i am so dumping my husband for you and your minimum french wage. cool.
That just sounds SO awesome! WHat a wonderful trip!
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