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I will wait tables if that's what it takes for me to live here. Servers are salaried in Paris, too. And I'd get health benefits. Plus. I'd live here. Not a bad deal.
We just got back from the bar (pretty, pretty French boys) and Lex is downstairs getting me a croissant. (I update and Lex brings me food. It's a nice arrangement.)
So. Yet another wonderful day. We slept in and had a long brunch at Cafe Hugo around the corner. We met a nice American couple on their honeymoon and drank champagne because someone had to and we elected us.
From there we took the metro to the Tuileries and then walked to Musee Rodin. We saw The Thinker. The real, actual, famous as shit statue. (And, to be honest, before we arrived at the museum, we didn't know that Rodin was a sculptor. But he was incredibly talented. I particularly enjoyed his marble sculptures of hands.)
After that, we walked back across the Seine and stopped for tea/coffee and pastries at a little bakery. God, the food is rich here. But damn tasty. While we were there, I took some time to continue on with the SeSa fic and, on the way back to the flat, I bought those great shoes that I passed on a few days ago. Love them much.
It was a relaxing evening with croissants early on, dinner at the neighborhood brasserie, a first listen of "Justified" for my cousin's fiance, and "Don't Say a Word" on a French movie station.
At about 12:30am, Lex, cousin's fiance, one of his friends, and I headed over to a local bar. Good times. Pitchers of Kilkenny, local eyecandy, Euro music, and cries of devotion to both the parapluie and the chapeau. I can't believe we only have one more day here.
It's late. I'd kill for some pomme frites avec fromage but, alas, no luck. So it's off to bed so we can finish our shopping tomorrow and get ready for Monsieur JT and the bars to follow.
We just got back from the bar (pretty, pretty French boys) and Lex is downstairs getting me a croissant. (I update and Lex brings me food. It's a nice arrangement.)
So. Yet another wonderful day. We slept in and had a long brunch at Cafe Hugo around the corner. We met a nice American couple on their honeymoon and drank champagne because someone had to and we elected us.
From there we took the metro to the Tuileries and then walked to Musee Rodin. We saw The Thinker. The real, actual, famous as shit statue. (And, to be honest, before we arrived at the museum, we didn't know that Rodin was a sculptor. But he was incredibly talented. I particularly enjoyed his marble sculptures of hands.)
After that, we walked back across the Seine and stopped for tea/coffee and pastries at a little bakery. God, the food is rich here. But damn tasty. While we were there, I took some time to continue on with the SeSa fic and, on the way back to the flat, I bought those great shoes that I passed on a few days ago. Love them much.
It was a relaxing evening with croissants early on, dinner at the neighborhood brasserie, a first listen of "Justified" for my cousin's fiance, and "Don't Say a Word" on a French movie station.
At about 12:30am, Lex, cousin's fiance, one of his friends, and I headed over to a local bar. Good times. Pitchers of Kilkenny, local eyecandy, Euro music, and cries of devotion to both the parapluie and the chapeau. I can't believe we only have one more day here.
It's late. I'd kill for some pomme frites avec fromage but, alas, no luck. So it's off to bed so we can finish our shopping tomorrow and get ready for Monsieur JT and the bars to follow.
