House keeping knocked for a full five minutes on our door around 9 am until Micky shuffled out of bed, opened the door, grumbled, "we're sleeping" and shut the door in the poor woman's face.
We woke up two hours later because we realized the original plan was to get out of bed by 8 am.
This is actually a true portrayal of how we sleep. (This is what our hotel room looks like...HUGE upgrade from our last hotel...HUGE)
The sun is shining, the birds are singing! Basically I feel like Snow White but in Paris, so it's better.
Suddenly, a man who looks kind of like a weirder version of Horace Slughorn from Harry Potter 6 says, "Quelle heure est-il?" and since I've been studying French before I go to sleep just in case i need to whip it out, I know that he is saying "What time is it?"
I am very excited that I understand him and I pull Micky's wrist and am like "Micky! This man is asking us what time it is! What time is it!"
She says, "almost 1" so we try to kind of sign language it to him.
Then in pretty perfect English he says, "Where are you guys from?"
and we say, "The states."
And then he says, "I'm from Italia! blahzie blahzie blahzie (something in Italian)"
and we're like "No speak Italiano"
ik, that was stupid and an American thing to say....but I mean it!
And then he did some like frantic hand motion pointing at us and then the sky and then prayer hands.
Micky was all "Uhhh do you need to go pray?"
and he was like "no, you two from the sky!"
and then he tried to shake our hands. I didn't really understand what was going on...so I shook his hand. I think Micky did too. Later we felt pissed that we actually shook his hands and Purelled alot.
Finally, we get to the subway! and we go to Covisart to go to Chez Gladine, the restaurant that Hilary told us to go to with the amazing duck confit. Unfortunately, after getting off at the station, we realize that we have no idea where the restaurant is. FAIL.
We ask a woman and she's like "oh yes! I know where to go!" and she gives us really intense directions. And then just to make sure, we asked a man walking by and he's like "yes, follow me" and we go the opposite way the lady told us to go. On the way there, we awkwardly pass the lady who gave us the first directions. They start talking heatedly in French. It seems the man has won. The lady looks sheepish at us and carries on doing whatever we are doing and the man points us to the right area.
We get to Chez Gladine and it is just as amazing as Hilary told us it was. (Hilary is a food goddess by the way, every time she orders something at a restaurant, I am jealous of her order and I creepily scam on what she's eating the whole time that it's on her plate).
Duck confit is leg of duck in a buttery mushroom-wine sauce accompanied by lightly pan fried slices of potato and leafy greens...SO GOOD
[AWKWARD INTERJECTION: The tables at this restaurant are kind of picnic table style, so you're sitting in close quarters with people you don't know. When Micky and I first sat down, we started eating the bread on the table because we thought that it was like the bread that comes out on the table before the entrée like in America. Later we found out that at Chez Gladine, they bring the bread out with your meal.....which means we were unknowingly eating the bread that was set out for the ladies on a friend date next to us....Once we realized this, we stopped eating the bread and subtly pushed it away from us and more towards them so that they would think that they had actually been the ones who had eaten all of that bread.]
Micky and I talk about French men and how their allure lies in their striped boat shirts and low BMI. (As well as their gently tousled hair and great sense of accessorizing.) (At this point men in white scarfs count has risen to 10).
Finally, we were very full and happy--we walked around Covisart a bit because it was very beautiful and then decided to get on the metro for some very important business: Shopping on Champs-Élysées.
It took kind of a long time to find after getting off the Champs-Élysées metro station because we accidentally walked the wrong way, but we finally made it! We saw a HUGE Louis Vutton store.
I don't even like LV that much, but I had hearts in my eyes when I saw this guy.
Micky and I took a picture inside the Swarovski store because it was just so beautiful and SPARKLY.
We went to H and M (of course) and went to Zara...
By that time, we were a little bit ty-ty, so we went to this petit cafe where we ordered cafe americanos. So...idk what they gave us, but it DEFINITELY wasn't a coffee....you know those little cups you get at the dentist to squirt mouthwash into to gargle with? Our coffees were smaller than that. I compensated by putting like three sugar cubes into it. Which made it tastier and made me feel like there was more of it.
At least we got to sit outside in the sun!
After we refueled, we realized that we were meeting Sujin and one of her high school friends in Monmarte for dinner. (Q: Do we do anything other than eat? A: No.)
We went to the resturant called Un Zebra and the food was very good! Micky got salmon and I got roasted Camembert.
After we were full, we decided to go to the Eiffel tower because it is beautiful and lit at night! So we walk there and as we get closer and closer to the tower, more and more peddlers keep on getting up in our grills being like "1 euro! Light up eiffel tower! 5 rainbow eiffel tower key chains for 1 euro!" I tried to ignore them alot or else say no really loudly.
Because 1) Those light up Eiffel towers were tacky as shit. If you bought one, the next day you'd be like looking at it and wondering....what was I thinking. 2) I'm trying to appreciate a modern marvel, why are you standing so close to me.
Instead we decide to try out the bars that Hilary told us were good. so we're walking to the bars and we're going through these REALLY SKETCHY parts of town. Like really uncute. We were going to try and be troopers but we were starting to get freaked out, so we catch the metro. Upon further discussion, we realize that we have alot of packing and planning to do before tomorrow because we're leaving for Barcelona (woooo!!)
So we skip the bars and decide to go home.
Reasons I am glad we did this:
1) After night fall, Parie is scarie. French men are so freaking forward it is not even funny. Micky and I were sitting next to each other in a pretty empty subway car and suddenly this really sketchy looking man wearing a tracksuit (EW) and with only one front tooth (EW EW) sits down next to us and he TOUCHES MY LEG (EW EW EW EW EW ) and he points to his friend who is standing away from us and holding the subway bar. I am trying to ignore him/having a heart attack/scrunching as close to Micky as I can. But he keeps on trying to talk to us and Micky and I are hyperventilating because we are scared that they are planning to follow us home. THANK GOD they get off at the next stop.
2) Micky and I RUN the 7 minutes back from the metro to our hotel because it is dark, we are girls, and we are scared.
Now:
We are sitting in our bed in our jim jams eating kiwis and packing for Barcelona. I just poured out the 2.80 euro wine that we bought yesterday. I kept it as a weapon to throw in someone's eyes if they tried to attack us.
So like the post i made before was totally true....just with some omissions, lol.
BARCA TOMORROW!!!
we're going to the Musee d'Orly and maybe Oscar Wilde's tomb in the daytime and then it's PEACE FRANCE. YOU'RE SCARY!
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