Shopping, eating, walking the streets
October 18th, 2008 by mistyIt’s Paris so all of these things should be magical, n’est pas? Non. C’est un grande ville which means it’s crowded and people are generally, shall we say, “not interested”? Moving, going, crossing, smoking, talking. It’s all verbs here.
I find shopping stressful in Seattle, stressful in New York, stressful in Istanbul. How can one enjoy this sport? Luckily, there is one depot vente (consignment store) near our place 37 rue Faidherbe and others in Montparnasse like Chercheminippes which has designer everything galore. Paris is expensive, even used clothing is expensive, but it is easier to find cool designer clothes here than in Seattle. I’ll still miss Take Two, though.
Eating is more stressful for me than for Paul, of course. We’ve tried a handful of bistrots. I can’t really get around these fixed menus and les serveurs are not falling over themselves to help you. They’re nice enough and quickly switch to English but the menus are tiny - there isn’t a lot a freak like me can do. How can one survive France without garlic, onion, or shallot? I think I’m going to have a perpetual stomach ache. At least there’s lots of wine!
View Larger Map Wine shops near our place (I mean 2-4 blocks)
Like the wonderful wine shop on rue Paul Bert, Crus et Découvertes. The owner is dreamy, I loved hearing the fluid streams of french from his lips, I understood maybe two words. One was carafe. “Carafe? Oui.” It’s hard not speaking the language, folks.
As for walking the streets, well, that’s been our daily routine. .
Days in Paris 4
Ham sandwiches eaten 2
Days elevator has been broken 2
-Misty