(almost) Two Days in Paris
I forgot how fascinating Paris is. The metro smells like fermented urine with high hay notes. People are wearing thong sandals more, but the dress is still pretty formal-- Parisians wear outfits, not clothes. Lots of Arab, Turkish, and North African immigrants. People really do hang around cafes, having coffee or coca-cola with friends. I nearly pissed my pants with intense desire for whatever they were selling in every chic/authentic/cute/modern/baazar-esque shop window. There is no branding in the world that I aspire more to than "authentic French délices" branding.
Am unable to buy the cured meats and brightly-packaged cosmetics that I want so badly, because I'm going to London on Ryanair from France, and they have like, a 5 pound checked baggage limit, or something ridiculous like that.
Le Grenier is officially (according to who?) the best bakery in Paris. It's down the street from my friend's place. I also went to Pompidou, met up with a high school friend, went to yoga, saw my old host mother, and generally was overwhelmed with Paris.
