On Friday, after waking up at 11 and not moving until 12, I convinced Emily to go try out Chipotle with me for lunch. Pas mal, pas mal. I do enjoy American Chipotle a bit more even though I've had it once, but it was good nonetheless. My favorite part was the chips and guacamole. Yum!! The guacamole was like actual guac and not some weird Old El Paso stuff they sell in jars here. The chips were tres bien as well.
After that rare food adventure ($$$), Emily tagged along with me as I wanted to go see the fabric markets of Montmartre; apparently world-famous and beautiful, so I couldn't miss out on feeding my sewing appetite! We ended up hopping on bus 72 and as it took us past Trocadero, Emily mentioned that she'd never seen the tower from there. Next thing you know I'm yelling, "Monsieur, la porte, s'il-vous plait!" We leapt off that bus and up the steps of Trocadero where Emily finally saw what all the hype was about. Definitely a worth-while view.
We Polaroid-captured it, wore sunglasses on a cloudy day cause we're cool like that, selfie'd it, and then were on our way. At the steps of Trocadero, there seems to always be a break dancing group putting on a little show so, of course, we watched for a bit. They were a funny bunch! And talented. Emily wanted to break out her black-guy dance moves...a little glad she didn't :) Meandered across the Seine, through a mini Christmas market, Emily's chichis (churros), and some photoshootin'....
To add to the list of "firsts", she hadn't yet been on a carousel in Paris. The ones at Trocadero are lame and touristy so they weren't free but once we got through the hood of Montmartre and past the hasseling, shady-looking, drug deal party of the city off Metro 4, we finally made it to the fabric stores! Pretty sure we witnessed about 4 different drug deals go down and the selling of stolen electronics. But, ca va!
The fabric stores were everything I wanted them to be! Every pattern, material, size, and shape on 5 different levels. That was just Dreyfus. Had I been home and in need of fabric, I would have been all over that but, alas, I have no sewing machine here. I think I'll take some home.
Next up, carousel!! Free, fantastic, and fun. Just like everything you do in Paris. In the shadow of Sacre Coeur, we spun around to our heart's content and then modeled it up on the steps of Paris's Sacred Heart. The view, the church, the artist's square, the good smells; love Montmartre!
Like kids in a candy store! Although apparently this is the carousel that is in Hannah's nightmares...
We paroused some art galleries, found a favorite souvenir shop, purchased some art, and then raced off to our next adventure.
Last time at the Christmas market, I had to buy myself a Christmas ornament before they were gone. Never going to forget the time I spent Christmas in Paris. And then a 50% off snowglobe, cause why not.
So to round off the night, we had to stop by Marks & Spencers: the greatest store in Paris because it is full of delicious, British food and who doesn't love the Brits and their food? Remembering that I need to go gluten free, I found some lemon lime yogurt for dinner...Then I added some lemonade to that dinner. And some lemon curd for the future in case I needed some. And a lucky find of gluten-free lemon shortbread cookies! I was really feeling the citrus kick. And next to the lemon curd was crunchy peanut butter. I thought I was going to cry of joy. It was a great food shopping trip. And a great day and a great week and a great vacation. Just super!
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