They closed the road again and invited a brood of food trucks to come serve all types of food; thai, mexican, crepes (obviously), burgers, etc. Since I am a die-hard foodie, I had to go just for the food trucks. I mean, as cool as Paris is, there is nothing like the food truck roundups in Seattle or California or Portland. I will admit I was a bit dissapointed. These trucks were set up to feed the masses (all 35,000 of them) so the food quality was definitely sub-par. But none-the-less, I was so happy to be amongst the picnic tables and hustle and bustle of food and music.
I decided on trying out the Mexican truck's quesadillas. Good, not astounding. But that was expected since France sucks at Mexican food and it's nearly impossible to find. I cannot wait for the day I eat a legit enchilada that is drowning in sauce with some cheesey refried beans and fresh tortilla chips. Oh my gosh, my stomach just growled.
Then I went for some pad thai noodles at the Thai truck. That was gluten free but seriously, not that good. Where is Thai bistro and Thai in Fife when I need them!?
Velib' had set up a huge bike track for people to ride bikes around and then a small one for little kids. It was a fun place to spend a Sunday afternoon. Even if the weather was total bogus. It was warm but so foggy that you could hardly see the Arc de Triomph from the other end. Seriously- I am getting fed up with this weather. Ugh!!!
Earlier that day, I was exceptionally late to church because of a few reasons. Let me explain. It was Stake Conference so church didn't start until 10 therefore making my brain think that I had a ton of time to get ready. False. My host family was gone for the weekend so I was relishing my time home alone, too. Then When I did get to the bus stop, the tourists were squished in like sardines so I had to wait until the next bus came (another 17 minutes) because the RER C is closed due to the floods. Tourists are so annoying. When I managed to cram myself on the next bus, I was trapped next to some obnoxious American guys who would not shut up about "what the maximum capacity is on the bus" and "how many stops are left" and how they "can't even read the signs" and that "this was miserable". Seriously? Shut your traps! I was peeved. Well then my connecting bus wasn't coming for anoooother 18 minutes so I decided to just start walking instead. It really is a dangerous thing walking to church because you have to pass through the magnificent farmer's market. Versailles knooows how to do markets. So much produce and cheese and flowers and hot men selling meat. I may have taken a 20-minute detour for the latter. Okay, fine. I did take a 20-minute detour to flirt with some vendor men. Terrible, Julia! Missing church to flirt with French men. Oops. Mind you, I looked exceptionally French and put together that day so I had to do something!
Since I missed church, Aubrey caught me up on the talks given. Like usual, they were about refugees, temples, and the youth being outwardly righteous in today's society. It's amazing how the entire curriculum has actually changed these past couple of months to urging members to welcome and help the refugees.
After church was another baptism too! It was for a sweet university girl named Manon and she was so sweet and the Soeurs were so happy to see her baptized. I'm impressed at how many baptisms I have been to here. Way to go, missionaries!
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