Day three in Paris was a little more relaxed for me. I needed to rest a little and let my body fight the good fight against my cold, like Barney Frank fights against town hall dissenters. It was also a Monday, so Jenna had class. She had to do the unthinkable – wake up early and learn! I was left to fend for myself, after a quick lesson in French of course. I was intent on exploring the area near the hotel on Rue La Fayette. I found what looked to be a superior patisserie and bought a sweet brioche and croissant. They tasted like France is supposed to taste!
I am fascinated by big cities, and walking around peaked my eyes’ interest. Lots of plain ol’ city things like brasseries, convenience stores, people walking to and from work, etc. Jenna met me back at the hotel and we went down to where her afternoon classes were to find some lunch. The poor girl had to go and sit through a THREE hour class soon after. That is a long time to pay attention to something, I do not envy her. While Jenna was in class, I explored Rue St. Germain which is lined with shops and famous brasseries. A few of these brasseries thought that because Picasso ate their they could charge 4 Euro for an espresso and 13 Euro for a Croque Monsieur, which is ridiculous. That’s a $6 shot of espresso! I window shopped looking for something fun to buy, but didn’t find anything too good. My stomach started yelling at me so I went here:
And I ate this Croque Monsieur:
Jenna and I had both had tiring days, albeit for different reasons. We decided to get pizza to go from an Italian place near our hotel (where we were given a glass of free wine while we waited and were slagged for not wanting to eat in the restaurant). It was delicious. We dined and watched Paris SG triumph over Lyon in Ligue 1 futbol.
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