And so I end up doing nothing cool or magic or Paris-y at all! (Except for the pastry-eating, I think that's clear.) I've been here almost 3 months and haven't been to a single museum. BUT yesterday I had a fabulous day, starting with a "Holy cow I feel bad for anyone who hasn't eaten in Paris" lunch. Then I walked about 4 miles through the city and filled my eyes with lots of beautiful, beautiful Paris scenery, so it was a great day!
Maygan and I had a fantastic lunch at a place in our neighborhood called "L'Affriole." They start by bringing you out a plate of bread, radishes, olive butter, & salt. You put the olive butter and salt on the radish. I'm not usually a radish lover but these were delicious!
We wanted to take a picture because the plate was so pretty but we felt like it was inappropriate to break out cameras. So here's a picture I found online, I'm sure it's illegal:
And then the rest of the food started coming out, upon which we no longer cared and became lunch paparazzi with iphones and cameras hovering about.
Here's some of the deliciousness:
Salmon ceviche w/ a delicious creamy herb mousse
And dessert...A milk chocolate mousse filled with caramel in the center, on top of a butter cookie-like pastry, dusted with cocoa powder, and topped with a crystallized sugar piece in the shape of what I like to think is a rubber ducky.
Maygan's "dessert du jour", thin pastry sheet layers (millefeuille) w/ cream topped with raspberries...and the star of the show, lemon-flavored shaved ice. So fresh and delicious, I just want a bowl of it!
We were going to get espressos because it came with a stack of delightful looking homemade marshmallows, but they were trying to close, and the waitress was hinting that she wanted to get out of there, so we said we'd skip it. But then she brought us the marshmallows anyway, yay!!
Then Maygan and I took their dog, Buckley, for a walk since I'm dogsitting for them next week, and we hung out and chatted at her apartment for a while, making plans already for Thanksgiving and all the glorious things we want to cook.
Then it was soon time for me to head to a neighborhood called the Marais, for a meeting that I thought was going to pertain to me but ended up having nothing to do with me at all.
People were raising their hands and asking questions like "What if I wanted to transfer $100,000 from the U.S....", and I just nodded my head as if to say, "Yah! Me, too!! I'm VERY concerned about the same question."
I tried to fit in and look like I was somehow young and independently wealthy without letting on that I'd actually eaten a peanut butter sandwich every day for the past week because I needed a 2 euro loaf of bread to get me through the end of the month. (Still do. Come on, 4 more days!)
I mean this is the weirdness of living here on a budget. Yesterday, I had that fabulous 3 course meal, I went to a meeting to learn about transferring my millions overseas to Belize, and then ended the night with an expensive hot chocolate at a swank cafe with tie-wearing waiters.
Tonight, I considered eating this 70 cent packet of dried soup even though it had either dried glue or cobwebs on the inside just so I could save some money. Here it is, hanging off the spoon:
Look there's some more hanging off the package.
So instead, I opted for a delectable cup of Japanese Noodles a la "boeuf" flavor.
Such is the budget life in Paris...cobweb soup, ramen, and PB sandwiches all week in exchange for a day of Paris amazingness. Worth it!!