After a whopping 4-hour
slumber, I awoke around 8PM Paris time. My husband was fretting that I'd
end up sleeping through the prime walkabout hours, so he was relieved to see me up
and ready to wander out in time for dinner. Yes, my ability to motivate
really does revolve around meals, sometimes. That and shopping. Of
the few phrases I learned in French, one was, "Je voudrais acheter ces
chaussures, s'il vous plait! Je voudrais encore un verre de vin, s'il vous
plait!" As a friend remarked upon reading this, "Hey, shoes and
wine, what more could you want?" True dat. Well, maybe some macarons, too.
Since our bodies were
still ruled by Midwestern time, it wasn't a late night. We headed over to
the Rue Cler in the 7th Arrondissement, admiring the idyllic café scenes
that played out on either side of the street. Although the markets that make this area lively and well-known had already closed for the day, many people were still out and about, congregated at little tables. Chatting, drinking, sharing a bite. And smoking (more on that later). Even as we stood surrounded by what you'd see in a tourist brochure, it was hard to believe we were truly in Paris.
These are a few of the photos we took on that crisp Spring eve:
Look who's peeking over the lane of grey concrete to say hello. Reminds me of the constant photobombing committed by the Empire State Building in my NYC posts. Awww...
After my dinner of salad and a glass of ros
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