Paris Day 5 – The Virgin

Where should I start? With a failed attempted run this morning that lead to me puking and falling back to sleep for two hours? I’m unsure if I ate an awful apricot or I accidentally OD’d myself with a drugstore of meds I took last night. Either way, I felt terrible. Bug kissed me good-bye around 9:30, set the alarm for me, and disappeared back to the US.

I had to get up. I had plans with Veronica at noon, and despite feeling terrible,  pulled myself together enough to stumble down the block for a light snack. Seeing V always cheers me up, and by the time I had to leave, I already felt better physically and mentally.

But…I stayed too long and had to hustle to the airport. I conveniently forgot how long it takes to walk through Chatalet and that I needed to buy RER tickets. So…I was a tiny bit late picking ERIN up from the airport (I hate being late for anything, and was pissed at the train for making so many stops – lol).

Erin is a Paris virgin, and I am thrilled I get to show it off to her. After settling in, the first thing we did was hit Repetto for new shoes. She got the cutest black ballet flats with SPARKLES. If we wore the same size, I’d totally steal them.

erin shopping

Next we had schwarma for lunch, hit BHV so I could pick up a few things, strolled down toward the Seine, hit Dawali so Erin could get a new summer weight scarf, and made our way back to my apartment.

This is what greeted me:

Wig On Table, by Erin
Wig On Table, by Erin

We’ve declared the wig the official mascot of Erin’s trip. Like a garden gnome, it will turn up in all kinds of places.

Tomorrow, we’re off to the d’Orsay museum (I can’t wait – it’s my favorite museum) and have writing time planned for the major storm that’s supposed to hit in the afternoon.




Paris Day 3 – The Babysitters

The day started off slowly with me not rolling out of bed until well after noon. Sometime around one, Bug and I made our way into the heart of the Marais and to Vito’s, our favorite Sunday Brunch spot. After brunch, we did some *gasp* shopping. On Sundays, large sections of the Marais are closed to traffic which makes it crowded with pedestrians – something I love.

marais street

We wandered down to the Seine and checked out the area that was under construction last year. It came out lovely. Lots of seating and greenery. It’s the perfect spot to sit on a warm day along the river.

After a little stroll, we headed back to our apartment and stopped off at Repetto for the second time in two days. Bug surprised me with a beautiful pair of ballet pink, kitten heels. Which of course meant I had to go to Dawali and buy scarves to match the shoes (see how this works?).

Aren't the pretty?
Aren’t they pretty?

After shopping it was time to babysit. A family from the Fox’s lacrosse team happens to be in Paris right now, and I offered to babysit their two boys so they could have an adult night. What better day than Father’s Day? I think being around the boys cheered Bug up since he was particularly missing our boys yesterday. We hit all of our boys favorite places: the playground (mean French pre-teens made us call that one early), Café Tresor, and of course Café des Arts for Crepes. We then walked around, saw a man juggling with goldfish on his head, and took the metro back to our place. The boys watched a few minutes of a movie while waiting for their parents.

After they left, Bug and I pretty much crashed. He leaves tomorrow, but I won’t be lonely for long! The fabulous Erin shows up tomorrow afternoon.

And I have things planned for her…

Paris Day 1: The Grand Ball at Versailles

We arrived in Paris early Friday morning, and after making it through customs and finding our baggage, boarded the RER for Chatelet. From there we transferred to Rambateau and made our way over to the property manager’s office. Ruth was waiting for us and helped us move in to our apartment (meaning, she helped carry our luggage and made sure all our linens and whatnot were ready).

After Ruth left, I immediately took a nap knowing that I was about to spend nine hours at the Grand Ball at Versailles. Bug, meanwhile, ran to the grocery shop and did a few other house errands. When I woke, we decided to go for a walk and not shop…which means I came home with new shoes, a new dress/tunic, and new leggings. We stopped off at our favorite Middle Eastern restaurant and gorged on schwarma and falafal.

And then it was time for me to lug my dress to my friend Veronica’s house to get ready for the night. At 8:45, our car picked us up and whisked us back in time 250 years.

Before the party, enjoying the water show
Before the party, enjoying the water show

d and a chateu

After the firework display, we made our way through the extensive gardens to the Orangerie.

vd and the duke
This is the Count. He liked us.
vda gardens good
My friends and me in the gardens
d and a on stairs
Arnita and I making our way to the party

There were so many people. I was actually surprised, and at times, a little claustrophobic.

The crowd slowly entering. It was hard to manage stairs in those gowns.
The crowd slowly entering. It was hard to manage stairs in those gowns.

Inside, a grand spectacular awaited. Tigers, mermaids reading dirty fairy tales, bed dancers, shower dancers, and my favorite: the bathtub dancers.


White tigers
shower dancers
shower dancers
dirty mermaid
The dirty mermaid who greeted us.
bed dancers
Bed dancers…the beds became a favorite place for many of the ball-goers once the dancing was done ;D
bath tub dancers
This was the most erotic show I’ve ever seen. Very beautiful.
arial dancers
The whole thing had a Cirque du Soleil feel.

The inside was packed to the point that walking was near impossible, and if you did manage to go a foot or two, someone stepped on your dress. Dancing was tough, but we made the most of it.


party girls

Later, when it became too hot inside, many attendees made their way outside into the gardens where a giant fire pit awaited. The dark corners became favorites for those looking for some privacy…Or me just hiding.

fire pit

hiding in the garden
Not a good hider. I fail hide-and-seek.

The moment I sat down, I dozed off. But it was five in the morning!

sleepy me

Finally, the sun came up and we headed to the after-party in the amphitheater.


After the breakfast – which we skipped – it was time to head back to the 21st Century. Our taxi awaited.

going home

*** thanks, Veronica, for playing photographer all night! (All photos property of Veronica Kugler, 2013).