It was my second day in Paris today and I'm ecstatic! It's so fabulous, it's so chic, it's so cliché french, it's exhausting. If you have a cigarette in one hand, a coffee in another, you are seeted at a café, dressed in slimming black and have a polished haircut, you fit in perfectly, which is what I was trying to do. Except for the cigarette and the polished haircut. And the camera instead of the cigarette. And a map on the café table.
Here is the list of my 1st impressions:
* 5 minutes into landing, and before even picking up their luggage, all the women's running shoes morphed into heels. Amazing
* french men are wayyy too good looking
* there is a café on every corner, and all the café's chairs face the street so you're forced to sip and people-watch
* there is an egg in every salad/pizza/meal on the menu. And I'm by choice allergic to eggs.
* even 5 year-olds are stylishly chic
* the French party a lot. Even on a Wednesday. (Who parties on a Wednesday?)
* there are too many japanese restaurants (and all cost four times what I'd pay back home)
* the tax is included, how amazing! And you almost don't have to tip. but then you divided everything by 1.3, how unfabulous...
* the food. there's a whole post coming up about that. inspired by www.maisondesreveries.com