Paris Day 4 – Skipping Out

Since it rained all day yesterday, I didn’t do much other than pop out to eat lunch and have dinner with a friend. I spent the day working, or trying to work, and contemplating the fastest way to dry my soaking wet Tom’s.

But today was gorgeous, nice and sunny…and I slept until 1pm because I was up till 5am again. Some day I’ll have my jet lag under control.

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Walnuts, goat cheese, greens, and proscuitto.

See this lovely salad? It was delicious. And the glass of water was wonderfully cool. The waiter brought the check with the food, so when I was full, I tossed my coins on the table and left.

The waiter chased me down. Apparently, there was a separate bill for the water that I didn’t pay. He brought me back to the cafe and I apologized and gave him 20 euro. He handed me back some change and I left again. Just as I was about to enter Les Halles, another waiter chased me down with a fist full of money. I had now overpaid by 11 euro 50. By this point I was so embarrassed, I told him to keep it and ran down the steps into the craziest, maze of a mall ever.

Les Halles is an underground shopping mall. It’s layout makes absolutely no sense. There are metro stops in the mall, weird corridors and very narrow passages. All I wanted was to buy a pair of shoes and a sweater to replace the one I’ve lost. Never found a shoe store, but I did find a new sweater.

Since I didn’t like the feeling of being underground, I left the mall and headed over toward Hotel de Ville. I picked up a few items I need for the apartment, found a nice boulangerie, bought a lemon and raspberry macaron per my boys’ instructions, and a loaf of bread. I have Celiac’s disease and can’t eat bread, but I have a guest coming tomorrow and wanted to have something on hand other than fruit. As I wandered, I came across this street:

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Is this where all the Bad Boys in YA live?

It’s called the “Street of Bad Boys.” Made me laugh. Ever the writer, I had this image of all the bad boys in YA retiring here when their series ended.

I did spend a little time this afternoon sitting in the park writing. Not working on Nightingale like I should, but jotting down ideas for another book. On my way home, I stopped into a florist and bough a bouquet of hydrangeas.

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Something pretty for me.

I don’t have a vase, so I filled up a cereal bowl and hacked off the stems. At home, I don’t keep flowers in the house because they are like drugs for my cats. Anything green is pounced upon and devoured. But here, in Paris, I thought flowers would be perfect.

After doing a little more grocery shopping to prepare for my guest, I treated myself to Japanese food. It was delicious. My appetite is still terrible and I know I’m not eating enough, but I’m trying and I ate more than yesterday. Baby steps.

Things I learned today: Drinking wine or champagne with every meal is a good thing; aways check for multiple bills; and “MC” hammer pants are apparently in fashion among chic Parisians.

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