OK, I’m not going to lie to you. This blog is all about full disclosure, even if it makes me look like an idiot. I was supposed to go to Le Cordon Bleu today to do a strawberry tarts workshop, and I couldn’t figure out how to get there! I had a plan. I was going to walk to the Louvre from where I’m staying in the 10th arrondissement (I had to pick up my Metro and Museum pass there) but these streets are very confusing for the directionally challenged. I got all cocky after London, thought I had it in the bag. But sadly, no. So, I’m walking and walking and walking, thought I knew where I was going for a minute, then realised I was running out of time, so thought I’d just grab a cab on the street. Question: can one hail a cab in Paris the same way you would in New York, or even in Vancouver? I tried for 10 minutes then decided that I had to admit defeat. Bah. Oh well, I’m sure the tarts would have been delicious…
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A few things I’ve noticed about Paris right off the bat…
1.) The men really do openly leer at you! I hadn’t been here 5 minutes when some guy totally looked me up and down and said something to me in French. The only words I could make out were “tres jolie”, but I just giggled to myself and decided to be flattered.
2.) There are a lot of cute dogs here, and yes, there’s a lot of poop on the sidewalks.
3.) The garbage cans are clear so that someone can’t plant a bomb in it (that’s reassuring!) but I noticed so many cans and bottles in there it was nuts! Recycling anyone? Where are the Parisian binners?
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This is the view from where I’m staying. My friend Judi hooked me up with a couple of her friends who were kind enough to let a total stranger come to stay. Thank you Judi, and David and Brad, of course!
Just relaxing Paris style. The city, not the Hilton heiress.
Macarons EVERYWHERE! Yes, I’ve already had one today… of course!
The view from the balcony at sunset.