Most of these posts have been long enough already, so I left things out.
Well enough with the intro, I'll get to it already.
FOOD: (Cuz it had to be first)
1)
The best thing I ate in France was a croque madame. The way I would describe it is a grilled ham and cheese sandwich with a fried egg on top. It was the day I waited in line for the Catacombes. One of my best days in France.
2)
I had the best bread in my life from some bakery in Chatelet. I have no idea what the name of it was, but I know exactly where it is and plan on going back. I really can't describe it. Just know it's what dreams are made of. *cue Lizzie McGuire soundtrack*
3) I had the best fruit of my life at my host mom's maison. I'm pretty sure the peach I bit into could bring world peace.
SHRANKS : (drinks)
1. VIN ROUGE (We fell in love that summer)
2. We all know about my love affair with Orangina
3. alfknasflkas Lemon freaking Fanta. Some genius decided to come up with this.
4. Schwepps soda- my host mom bought these. I really like them and they're here in the U.S. too—just different flavors en France.
Oh yeah! Did I tell you guys I finally tried a Monaco?
Sooo it's a drink my older sis told me about. I tried to look for it when I was in Italy, if you guys remember.
Anyways, I honestly cannot remember when this happened—toward the end—but me and some of the girls all went out to some place for drinks and desert. The waiter—this French guy—was being a total French guy (Dept. of Redundancies Department).
Anyways, he knew we were all American, so he did all his speaking in English (while shamelessly hitting on one of the girls in the group).
I was so happy to finally be in a café at night. I could finally look for a Monaco.
But alas, I didn't see it on the menu. I was determined, so I asked the waiter.
"Hey, do you have..."
*He cuts me off*
"Your number? No..."
New pick up line, guys. You're welcome.
Doesn't work if you're sleezy like this guy was. I appreciated the good play on words, though (hashtag journalism). Anyways, I eventually asked him if they had a Monaco. He said "of course," and soon I was finally trying it.
First of all, I was surprised by how not strong it was (my wino sister recommended it so I thought It'd be pretty forte). It's good stuff tho. Man, I wish I had one right now, actually.
Last of all, when the check came, I was overjoyed. I can't remember what the price was, but it was by far the cheapest thing. No wonder it wasn't on the menu.
For you curious folks, it's basically a combination of beer, 7UP and grenaldine syrup.
OTHER—or culture, maybe?
1. I love the metro—love. I don't think I've been able to get that across in these past posts. It's sort of the best thing ever. Just sitting here now, the familiar echo of the automated voice announcing "Malakoff, Plateau de Vanves" rings in my ear like a comforting song. I hear France's metro is better (less confusing) than New York's. Never been up there, so I can't confirm.
2. That being said, people don't play in the mornings at the station. You betta depêche yo'self cuz people are in a rush. Stick to the right if you're standing on an escalator. Everyone on the left walks. You find that out the hard way after about the fifth "pardon."
3. Paris is a très cosmopolitan place tho. I saw so many interracial couples there it was sorta like the norm. Totes different from the places I've lived in Florida. Supa cool.
4. THESE GUYS I SWEAR...
OK, so basically everywhere you go in Paris you'll see a bunch of African dudes trying to sell these tiny Eiffel Towers to tourists. They'll just keep on keeping on with the whole "un euro, un euro," schpeel like a robot on repeat.
P.S.
There he goes, stalking out his tourist prey.
P.S.S.
We'll get to the end of this eventually, folks. I still haven't told you guys about my trip up la Tour Eiffel.
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