So our first night in Paris was magical, as first nights in Paris should be. Our absolutely incredible couch surfing host served us all the staples of a stereotypical (but not typical) French meal... Red wine, 3 types of cheese, baguette, some sort of sausage called "saucisson" (fun to say with a French accent), and...escargot! (AHH I ATE SNAILS! SNAILS ARE ONE OF MY FAVORITE ANIMALS! WHAT SORT OF MONSTER HAVE I BECOME !?) Truly a trip of culinary adventures...
After wining and dining us, our host brought us to explore beautiful Montmartre, stopping by the Moulin Rouge on the way. Right around the Moulin Rouge the streets are lined with sex stores, sex hotels, sex shows- the neon and seediness is fascinating to behold. Montmartre is the complete opposite. We walked up the narrow cobblestone streets and stopped by the bar that's featured in the film Amelie. Then we spent some time in a tiny local bar where two men were playing acoustic guitar. I watched while a man sitting at the bar made an ink rendering of one of the guitarists. After he finished the drawing, he put it in the top hat that had been placed on the bar for tips. Without understanding French at all I picked up that the other guitar player was playing at being upset that he hadn't had his picture drawn. It was an interaction infused with so much joy I was so happy to have witnessed it. We left the bar, walked up to the top of the hill and took in the lights of the city below. All around us people were playing music and drinking and enjoying the night. It was a perfect introduction to Paris.
Seediness. Snails. Sausages. Supah Dupah! Thanks for letting all of us continue to live vicariously through you, Lizzie, and Dora. We are enjoying the updates and we're hoping with all the crazy foods you are eating, that you are making sure you're getting enough mutton! Love you!
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