
Next thing I did was find the closest restaurant. Unfortunately it was called The Americana or
something like that but I was tired, cold and hungry and didn’t care. A nice guy on his bicycle informed me I had
to go inside if I wanted to order food and they only serve wine on the
patio. I was all prepared to figure out
what I wanted to eat as I knew ‘poulet’ for chicken, ‘poisson’ for fish and ‘boeuf’
for beef, but the nice guy from the street actually came in to help me read the
menu. Now that was really sweet and one
of many nice gestures I noticed that made me question the whole rude French
thing I’d always heard. Anyway, as the
guy offered to help me I happened to notice the menu was in English so I
thanked him but knew I could take it from there.
The weather turned nice so I took out a bike from the Velib
bike share which are located everywhere and did some biking around the
city. I love my sports and outdoors and
this was much more pleasant than waiting in lines for junky tourist traps. I biked to the Eiffel tower and by now the
weather had turned almost perfect. I
just sat around eating my crepe and taking it all in. That’s always such a nice experience to just
be in the moment. I must have looked
like a Parisian since someone took my picture of me eating a crepe with my
Velib bicycle and the tower. I tried to
dress like a Parisian which pretty much meant bland colors and somewhat
conservative dressy clothes to me. But
it must have worked since they took my picture and I was asked on the subway
for directions a few times and I was spoken to in French on a few occasions
too. I just think it would be funny if
someone was showing off their ‘authentic’ Paris pictures and someone said hey
that’s Catastrophe Cathy and she’s American.
I was asked if I wanted to buy some Eiffel tower key chains
at five for 1 Euro. That took a few
minutes and was pretty much the end of my gift shopping. I typically don’t spend a lot of time
shopping when I travel. I sure hope the
key chain recipients don’t read this …and if they do they remember “it’s the
thought that counts”.
As a side note, finding a bathroom is not easy in
Paris. Many establishments expect you to
pay or be a customer. There were some
new public restrooms but they were perhaps the world’s most inefficient toilets
serving maybe one person every few minutes.
Cat “Bonne Nuit” Cathy
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