|yes/no/drop dead sarah? thoughts and feelings are appreciated.|
Anyway, here are my pictures for the last few days and the stories that go along.
|Day 32: ma Boulangerie et Patissierie préférée|
|Day 33: dog watching his people on Champs Mars|
|Day 34: Things it took me moving to |
Paris to discover I love.
- cereal with chocolate in it. I usually rebel against this but this is yet another example of how my long-dormant sweet tooth has come raging to life here in Paris.
- Nesquik. Loved by kids everywhere (except me, I guess), I've always known what it was but never had it until I got here, and there was a little bit left in my apartment from Rosie. Love it and drink it all the time now, and am starting to think I had just as deprived a childhood as these Rice Krispy Treat-less French children.
- Dates. They remind me of old people and fruitcakes (probably because my mom puts them in this fruit bread thing that she makes, which I also don't think I've ever tried) but I've never actually had one until now. They taste like candy...but they're fruit, so it's ok to eat the whole package, right? Sounds good to me.
Well, folks, it's now about 4:30 in the morning (I started this at 2:30ish but then I called mom and we had an hour and 40 minute conversation, and I can't type and talk so it got put off), and I need to go to bed. Besides, I have a rule that once old people and fruitcake enter the picture (in the same sentence, nonetheless) it's time to wrap it up.
Until next time.