Paris – le prochain chapitre



So after our first night in Paris (which went surprisingly smoothly given the whole time change business . . . well, after I finally put C in bed with S and me), we got ahold of C’s godmama, my college roomie, who was there with her parents. Thank you, Skype! Anyhow, I pretended like I knew what I was doing (meanwhile tripping over the stupid lip of the apartment door), and we wandered over to Alexa’s apartment. It was actually pretty close, and the walk was the length of the Louvre, so the view was nice. Also, we walked past my very favorite metro stop which I didnt take a picture of this time, unfortunately, but it’s got this intricate design in metal with all these beautiful, boldly-colored orbs.

Anyhow, it being noon and all, we enjoyed a welcome-to-Paris-it’s-so-nice-to-see-you-again libation and decided to head out for lunch. However, every last one of us forgot how not every restaurant is open for lunch, and when they are, they are only open until about 2:30 in the afternoon. After that, they close to prepare for dinner, which begins around 7:30 or 8. Well, of course the restaurant we selected was closed, so we wandered around the Les Halles and Marais areas, near the Pompidou center looking for a nice spot to eat. When it began to rain (I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles), we ducked into a café and had a lovely little lunch. Everyone was pretty much in love with Mr. C, the waitstaff included. He was such a good little boy the whole trip more or less. So charming, that child.

After lunch, we wandered over to Notre Dame and watched ice skaters at the Hôtel de Ville. It was unreasonably crowded everywhere. If you’re planning a trip to Paris, I would advise avoiding the week between Christmas and New Year’s day–but on January second, it was like poof! Everyone was back at work, and the city was ours to explore once more.

Post-walk, we stopped back chez Doutt to warm up, and then we decided to take in the night skies and the glittering of the Eiffel Tower. Seriously, it glitters for five minutes every hour. I can’t exactly remember why (perhaps a loo pit stop), we ducked into a lounge-y sort of place on the Rue de Rivoli near the Place de la Concorde, where the obelisk is as well as the American embassy, and that new ferris wheel thing that’s supposed to be like the London Eye. C was certainly out of place in there, but no one actually seemed to mind, and there was no smoking, so whatever. (I have to say, it was so much nicer to be in Paris with clean air laws indoors). After a petit nightcap and a broken wine glass courtesy of moi (oh and there was also the strange co-Ed restrooms that proved most confusing for our motley crew), we wandered home down the Rue St. Honoré whilst doing a little leche-vitrine-ing. I just love the way the French say “window shopping.” They say, “faire du leche-vitrine,” which literally means “window licking.” Such a funny image.

As S and Jaye and C and I were still pretty jet-lagged, we picked up some (terrible) Chinese food. I’m still not sure why any of us even remotely thought Chinese food would be good in France, but I’m gonna blame being tired. As an aside, my French isn’t great, I’ll admit, but it was EXCEPTIONALLY hard to understand French delivered with an Asian accent. There was a bit of smiling and nodding involved. Le sigh.

I am so grateful that Mr. C slept like a champ in his Ergo carrier. He was quite as a church mouse pretty much all the time, just taking in the sights. Two naps every day more or less. Which is better than he does at home.

More tomorrow (I hope), but I have a massage, so I’m not making any promises.

G’night for now, my reader friends.






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