Saturday morning we slept in until 2. All the walking around versailles had hit us and we needed the rest. Once we got up we went to our favorite boulangerie to buy a baguette and then went to monoprix (its this supermarketish place right next to us) for another hour long shopping trip. We have a hard time deciding what to buy when we're there. Side note, once I get back to LA remind me to apperciate the fact that other people bag my groceries. Here, you have to bag your own groceries and I'm not fast enough and freak out because I need to pay at the same time. Its really a mess every time. Well I've only gone two times so far but still both times were super hectic.
We made some salami sandwiches and ate at home. I also had the best fat free sugar free yogurt ever. So good! Its only monday and I only have one cup left. Pretty sure I'm going to be living off this yogurt for the next three months.
After lunch we went to the monmartre area to go to the flea market. There were a lot of tourist crap selling booths from which I bought a pair of fake pearl earrings for a euro and a red scarf for 2.50 euros. About an hour in we finally found the type of flea market we were looking for. We found all the small stores selling vintage designer brands. Everything was so cute but sadly so expensive.
Saturday night me and dorene decided it was time to go to our first parisian club. Sabrina/google told us about this club called duplex near the arc d'triomphe. Our friend katie decided join and met us up at our apartment. By the time we got all ready to go it was 1:20am. Clubs here open around 11/11:30pm and stay open until 5-7am so we didn't leave THAT late in parisian standards. We knew we would have to get a taxi back but thought well we can take the metro there since on saturdays the metro is open for an extra hour. Turns out its not. Go me for calling another time the metro would fail us the night before.
The club was fun, as was the taxi ride around the arc d'triomphe. I didn't know whether I should be scared for my life or appreciating the fact that I was actually that close to the arc.
We left around 4:30am because we were getting a bit tried. The club was still packed and going strong at that time though. Now I understand why everything is closed on sundays.
The whole city needs time to recuperate. We snacked on soy jerky when we got home thanks to dorene's grandma. Who knew soy jerky actually tastes okay.
Sunday we decided to bum it at home because we were tired and everything was closed. I finally asked dorene if we could go out to dinner, to feel like we did something that day. We decided to go to this restuarant dorene's "party europe" book recommended. We looked up the address, figured out the metro route, and walked a bunch from the metro stop only to find out that the restuarant we looked up no longer existed. So we ended up going to another cafe that we saw along the way. I was really craving a hamburger and that cafe had one so we decided to eat there.
I know that the french cook their meat rare but I'm picky and like my meat to be cooked thoroughly. I can tolerate a little pink but not much. So when I ordered my hamburger I made sure to say "bien cuit" (well done.) Well let's just say it was not well done. It was basically medium rare. Oh and the "cheese fondue" that was listed on the menu ended up being american processed cheese. Does france think their cheese isn't good enough for their undercooked hamburger? Note to self, leave the hamburger cravings for when I'm back in the states.
Luckily, raw meat eating dorene came to the rescue and ate my hamburger and I ate her salmon, which was fully cooked thank god. Hers came with a side of mashed potatoes. Surprisingly, the french know how to make their mashed potatoes. After dinner I went to bed relatively early so that I wouldn't be tried for my first day of school, or what I thought was going to be my first day of school.
We left around 4:30am because we were getting a bit tried. The club was still packed and going strong at that time though. Now I understand why everything is closed on sundays.
The whole city needs time to recuperate. We snacked on soy jerky when we got home thanks to dorene's grandma. Who knew soy jerky actually tastes okay.
Sunday we decided to bum it at home because we were tired and everything was closed. I finally asked dorene if we could go out to dinner, to feel like we did something that day. We decided to go to this restuarant dorene's "party europe" book recommended. We looked up the address, figured out the metro route, and walked a bunch from the metro stop only to find out that the restuarant we looked up no longer existed. So we ended up going to another cafe that we saw along the way. I was really craving a hamburger and that cafe had one so we decided to eat there.
I know that the french cook their meat rare but I'm picky and like my meat to be cooked thoroughly. I can tolerate a little pink but not much. So when I ordered my hamburger I made sure to say "bien cuit" (well done.) Well let's just say it was not well done. It was basically medium rare. Oh and the "cheese fondue" that was listed on the menu ended up being american processed cheese. Does france think their cheese isn't good enough for their undercooked hamburger? Note to self, leave the hamburger cravings for when I'm back in the states.
Luckily, raw meat eating dorene came to the rescue and ate my hamburger and I ate her salmon, which was fully cooked thank god. Hers came with a side of mashed potatoes. Surprisingly, the french know how to make their mashed potatoes. After dinner I went to bed relatively early so that I wouldn't be tried for my first day of school, or what I thought was going to be my first day of school.
I don't like the cliff hanger... you're not a frickin' TV show! and if you were, you would at least give me a visual preview of what happens next!
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