In any other city being without your family and friends would probably render one lonely and homesick but in Paris, it's almost like you're never alone. That's not to say I don't miss home because I do everyday but there's something about the feel of the city, its endless beauty, history, and maybe the french men who follow every lone woman, that keeps one occupied.
I have had a very wonderful past couple of days wandering parts of the city I have not yet been to. Friday I finally completed my quest for some french boots and designer sunnies (I had to, I'm in Paris) followed by a stroll amongst the luxury streets surrounding Place des Vosges. I then took my tired self to collapse on the grass in Place des Vosges where I read my book and took in the inspiring surroundings. Ah what a life!!
Saturday me and my new boots clomped around the Montmartre cobblestone streets with the woman I am living with. She showed me the best little shopping streets with great boutiques and a tiny little cupcake store that I will definitely be returning to. Away from the Sacre Couer and the thousands of tourists, Montmartre seems far from the centre of Paris. Almost like a quaint little village, the quintessential France: the 'just trying to make a buck' accordion player, the crepes cooking on every corner, people chatting in tiny cafes drinking their tiny coffees. Marvellous indeed! Not so marvellous though when my feet started cursing me for wearing heels on cobblestones.
I then took myself to see Sex and the City 2 on the Champs Elysees where I discovered the most amazing bathroom ever. Each cubicle had its own design and outside them was a gift shop selling every weird and wonderful toilet accessory you can imagine including toilet paper in hundreds of different patterns, the photo isn't very clear but yo can still see how many sorts there were. This was followed by a stroll to the Eiffel Tower to admire it at night, also to try and see some football. Unfortunately there were so many people watching that I couldn't get close enough to see the score, and then I got followed at different times by about three French men. One claiming 'I just want to practise my English', another more bluntly saying 'I just want to take you for one drink'. I just, I just... Mmhmm au revoir you slimes! It seems a woman alone in Paris is a magnet for unwanted sleazebags.
Today who knows what will happen but tonight I plan on heading to Cafe Oz to join fellow Aussies for the football.
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