One of the most beautiful places in Paris!! Even though I wanted to show Zabrina the spiral stairs of death in the Abesses metro stop, she opted for the elevator. And then going up to Sacre-Coeur, she also opted for the funiculaire. Can't blame her! Those stairs are intense. As we made our way up the hill, I just marveled at the church. For those who don't visit Sacre-Coeur when they are in Paris, they are missing out on half the beauty of Paris itself. I would argue that Montmartre is the most "picturesque" part of Paris with it's artist's square, perfect cafes, beautiful homes, alleyways, colorful stores and flowers, and slanted streets.
I took Zabrina over to the artist's set up and after admiring all of the portraits being done, Zabrina decided on a style and sat down for her own portrait. She even bargained down the price to 40 euros. I sat and talked with the neighbor artist guy (all in French, booyah) and was shocked at how well I did. We were joking and laughing and while some things he said were a bit confusing, I was following just fine! Since I explained I was a poor student and couldn't afford a portrait, the guy just told me to come back with a rich fiance. I agree, man! He said his favorite thing to draw was the love stories. Oh, I was so happy my French came out fine. I even talked to a woman whose grand daughter was getting her portrait done. She began in English with Zabrina and I then passed by again and I went on in French! She was thrilled at how well I managed to speak. Heck, I was thrilled at how well I managed to speak. Zabrina's portrait turned out great and we went on our way.
We dropped down and sat at a thai restaurant for some soup but the portion was so small, we definitely felt the need to get more food later. First off, though, I dragged Zabrina through all of the fabric shops. I was looking for the perfect fabric to make my Parisian dress but I just cannot decide on a pattern, material, or style quite yet. I will need to go back soon, after all, it's sale season!
We got our share of souvenirs and treats and spent all day out on the town. As everyone must do, I showed Zabrina Moulin Rouge and then we found Amelie's cafe just around the corner where we took a picture for Mr. Abrahamson. My host family left for the weekend so when we decided to go to Carter's farewell picnic, we just dropped by the house to freshen up before hand.
Carter's farewell picnic was at Parc Monceau, a place that was actually on my list of places to visit before I leave. Turns out, it's a cute park with giant fork and knife art and giant bottles of wine in the grass. We hung out, ate tartes from the bakery that Carter stopped by, and listened to some tunes before getting kicked out at sunset. We went back to Carter's place and played games but unfortunately, Aubrey was the first to leave since the RER doesn't run very late. We all wanted her to have a special goodbye from Carter but, as she predicted, "she wouldn't have much to tell me about since I witnessed it all!" Everyone else left around midnight and the official fling for Aubrey and my wingman days came to an end.
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