I woke up at 3pm and now I'm eating a banana I bought on the Metro last night. I can't think of something witty to say about that right now.

Yesterday, Saturday, was a really awesome time. I had pain au chocolat for breakfast, which is all I've wanted to eat since I got here. We met up early to go to Puisaye, about two hours south west of Paris. It's not really a touristy area at all, but we did touristy things. We went to Poterie de la Bâtisse à Moutiers . We were the only ones there, and in the middle of our tour a French couple, with their helmets still in hand from their motorcycle ride there, joined us. So for the rest of the tour I mostly daydreamed about how I want to marry a French man and go on weekend excursions to the countryside on our "moto".


After that, we drove to Moulin de Vanneau and, once again, we were the only ones there. The twenty or so of us had lunch at the farm there. All the food was made on the farm, and it was definitely the best meal I've had here. Ah so good! Especially because being vegetarian in France hasn't been as easy as I thought. My meals have been salad or soup. Which is great, but not the food I was excited to eat here, you know?


We got back to Paris around 8 last night, and 3 of us met us to go to a bar, but we ended up on the Champs Elysees at a club called Queen...which I had falsely assumed was a gay club. We got there at 11:30 and rang a doorbell to get in (it was pretty Wizard of Oz-esque) One of the bouncers popped his head out and said "Bonsoir?" as in "What the?". The bouncers in Paris are really friendly, it's completely bizarre. He told us they don't open til midnight (duh). So we went to the bar down stairs and had 12 euro drinks and a heart attack when thinking about how money literally DISAPPEARS here. It's because we were on the main tourist area in tourist season in Paris, too. Big mistake. No regrets though.

When the club opened at 12, we stayed until about 4, and then we left with a plan to go to a bar down the street until 5:30 when the Metro would open so we wouldn't have to take a cab. So the three of us, and 4 kind gents (it got weird) left, but we couldn't find a decent bar, so two of the guys got an awkward boot when we took a 5 person cab to the Bastille, where we ended up at another bar until Walsh and I left to get late night creme brulee and catch the Metro at 5:30.


WHEW.

Now I'm off to go for a walk and call home before dinner.

Hugs,
Erica