That said, my mornings consisted mostly of people watching...and Paris is the perfect city for people watching. I chuckled every time I saw a business man, wearing a beret, carrying a baguette (this happened often).
However, my Paris trip was not entirely a French experience. Living in a small city like Siena my encounters with the American lifestyle are limited...in the long run this is probably a good thing. I feel as though I must get as authentic an experience as possible while living in Europe. However, the fact that my map of Paris labeled the location of every single Starbucks within walking distance kind of set me up for failure.
The holiest place on Earth.
Okay, I caved. I went to Starbucks. Every day. I ordered a Venti....every day. I sprinted -- yes sprinted -- when I saw the sign in the distance. I have no self control.
Our first night in Paris, we went to a very nice bistro where the food was not too expensive (to Parisian standards...not saying much) and delicious. I had a fantastic dish that was called "lasagna" on the menu, but was nothing of the sort. It came with a dish of baked eggplant in tomato sauce, sans cheese. On the side came a lump of fresh mozzarella and a salad. While this is a sad excuse for lasagna, it was exactly what I wanted.
I will say that the Italians do mozzarella WAY better than the French, but that's okay. French know their bread.
Oh, and I tried snails.
It looks like I'm just posing jokingly with the fork, but I did actually eat it. And it was......good.
On Sunday we visited Versailles, which was by far my favorite part of the trip.
hall of mirrors
louis and i
We also visited the Notre Dame cathedral..and I promptly watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame when I got home:
Montmartre
A foggy view of Paris from Montmartre
My tourist shot outside the Louvre
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