((If we would have been thinking? I would have joined him for the week AFTER he worked. But obviously we weren't thinking. Poor bunny. He needs a Paris vacation now.))
We did sleep in a little on Saturday and when Patrick left for work I left for the famous flea market, Les Puces. I wandered around for most of the morning and found some vintage linens (that I adore) to bring home. It was just so fun to browse the crooked little alleyways.
Apparently, this market goes on and on (and on) but I got cold and hungry and left after a few hours.
Many stores in Paris aren't open on Sundays so I knew this was my last chance to buy a few things at my favorite Monoprix. It was so fun & so hard to choose what to bring back. I wanted to buy one of everything for everyone but that just wasn't practical. I walked around for a long time and looked one last time at nearly everything. I especially loved the yogurt aisle. They had what seemed like 1000 kinds of yogurt, all in cute little pots and packaging. I loved it. :)
Speaking of the refrigerated section...one day I went to look for some type of lunch meat to bring back to the hotel that we could snack on. I didn't want ham, as we had been eating a LOT of ham, and when I got to the meat section it seemed like all that was there was HAM. Hundreds of different cuts/brands/styles but all HAM. It was pretty funny. I know there was some other stuff but everywhere I looked, all I saw was JAMBON.
I finally made my selections (including my own spoon, thankyouverymuch Dieter) and headed back to the hotel. I ate another baquette sandwich, read for a while and generally felt a little glum. After a while I noticed an odd lightening to the sky and went to the window. It was so strange. It was actually light-ish outside! I wouldn't go as far as saying it was sunny, but lighter than it had been all week. I put my stuff back on and left for a walk.
A cold and drizzly morning & afternoon had turned into a warm-ish, light-ish late afternoon and it almost felt like spring outside. It felt so good to be out, to be walking again, and I just wandered off down a street I hadn't been on before, with the Tower in my sights.
This was such a beautiful neighborhood.
For some, it felt even more like a party. (Next time I am totally taking the Disco Bus.) (kidding.) :)
I finished my snack and crossed the river and continued walking quite a ways down the other side, peering into the houseboats anchored there. Can you imagine? "Oh, I live at 123 River Seine." :) Inside this one there was a woman decorating for a party with two children. (yes, I felt like kind of a creeper but it was fascinating to me. I love looking in windows at night!)