Bits and pieces
I have discovered it *is* still possible for me to walk too much and have a sore foot. I've walked quite a bit the last few days, mostly without my ankle/foot brace, and I'm paying the price. And, I was walking with the brace today. I'd had a thought of going to a movie tonight (I haven't seen a new one in ages, mostly because the countries I've been in dub foreign movies, instead of subtitle them). Though, I'm feeling rather tired and the muscles are a bit sore (and no, they're not sore from me perusing the sale racks in the shops...), and I'm thinking French tv and an early night are just the thing.
Today, I also met the friend of a friend for lunch and a bit of a walk. Interesting to meet someone who is just starting a 13-month trip -- and at this point he's planning on spending all the time in Europe. My mind boggles at the possibilities of that. To be able to have so much time here, and to be able to stay someplace for a few weeks or a month, and still have plenty of time for other places....mmmmmm....blissful!
A little bit about the neighborhood of my hotel: [I mean this in the nicest possible way] It is Immigrant Town. I am certainly one of the few white people walking around. Though, it is different than the immigrant neighborhoods I saw in Italy or Germany, as the residents here are not first generation immigrants, as they all speak French as native speakers. I've found some lovely Turkish food and I have a very nice relationship with the guys in the internet cafe. They charge me about 1/2 the going rate for the internet, and round down when I use for less than a 30 minute block of time.
During my time in Paris, I've managed to avoid running in to many tourists. The main exception to this is when I'm going to or from my RER (regional transit train) stop in Paris. The station is located very close to Notre Dame. Otherwise, I've mostly been brushing elbows with French ladies in the shops, and random French people on the streets. I've been mistaken for French more than a few times, and I've had a couple very brief conversations in French (thankfully, my French has resurfaced in my mind, since I arrived in Paris, and it hasn't been mixed with too much Spanish...).
Every time I go in to Paris, I see the Eiffel Tower from the train, and cross the Seine in a couple different places.
I saw a parked car with a window bashed in, and with a stereo conspicuously absent, on my way to the internet cafe just now.
While I've received a number of comments from men on the street (along the lines of "vous etes tres jolie"), I have not found a Frenchman for romance. Which is just as well as I'm PMS'ing a bit and have been periodically cranky over the last few days. I've stocked up on chocolate from the local grocery store.
There has been very cool weather, and some rain, the last two days in Paris. It makes it easier for walking around, and certainly for trying on clothes (since it is certainly no fun to try and determine if something is just a bit tight, or if it's just stuck to your skin...). It's also nice to sleep under the covers, instead of just lying on top of the comforter.
So. Sorry if this seems like a bit of a telegraph post. I realized I've only been writing about shopping-related things, and wanted to add a little variety. And I readily admit I'm rather tired and flow of writing is not high on my list of abilities right now. I haven't written in my personal journal since my last full day in Milan. Shame on me!
And finally, I'm off to call my mother, as it's her birthday today and while I'm on the other side of the world from her, I'm not a neglectful child...
Happy Birthday Mom!
Today, I also met the friend of a friend for lunch and a bit of a walk. Interesting to meet someone who is just starting a 13-month trip -- and at this point he's planning on spending all the time in Europe. My mind boggles at the possibilities of that. To be able to have so much time here, and to be able to stay someplace for a few weeks or a month, and still have plenty of time for other places....mmmmmm....blissful!
A little bit about the neighborhood of my hotel: [I mean this in the nicest possible way] It is Immigrant Town. I am certainly one of the few white people walking around. Though, it is different than the immigrant neighborhoods I saw in Italy or Germany, as the residents here are not first generation immigrants, as they all speak French as native speakers. I've found some lovely Turkish food and I have a very nice relationship with the guys in the internet cafe. They charge me about 1/2 the going rate for the internet, and round down when I use for less than a 30 minute block of time.
During my time in Paris, I've managed to avoid running in to many tourists. The main exception to this is when I'm going to or from my RER (regional transit train) stop in Paris. The station is located very close to Notre Dame. Otherwise, I've mostly been brushing elbows with French ladies in the shops, and random French people on the streets. I've been mistaken for French more than a few times, and I've had a couple very brief conversations in French (thankfully, my French has resurfaced in my mind, since I arrived in Paris, and it hasn't been mixed with too much Spanish...).
Every time I go in to Paris, I see the Eiffel Tower from the train, and cross the Seine in a couple different places.
I saw a parked car with a window bashed in, and with a stereo conspicuously absent, on my way to the internet cafe just now.
While I've received a number of comments from men on the street (along the lines of "vous etes tres jolie"), I have not found a Frenchman for romance. Which is just as well as I'm PMS'ing a bit and have been periodically cranky over the last few days. I've stocked up on chocolate from the local grocery store.
There has been very cool weather, and some rain, the last two days in Paris. It makes it easier for walking around, and certainly for trying on clothes (since it is certainly no fun to try and determine if something is just a bit tight, or if it's just stuck to your skin...). It's also nice to sleep under the covers, instead of just lying on top of the comforter.
So. Sorry if this seems like a bit of a telegraph post. I realized I've only been writing about shopping-related things, and wanted to add a little variety. And I readily admit I'm rather tired and flow of writing is not high on my list of abilities right now. I haven't written in my personal journal since my last full day in Milan. Shame on me!
And finally, I'm off to call my mother, as it's her birthday today and while I'm on the other side of the world from her, I'm not a neglectful child...
Happy Birthday Mom!
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