It's day....something....in Paris France and I am spending money like Paris Hilton. I gots me a new Hermes dog carrier, and a Swarovski crystal encrusted chihauha, and then cause the dog's too heavy for me to carry I hired a couple goons to tote my pooch around town.
Okay, no. But the tradition of eating like a peeg continues as
a) I hit an Isreli place in the Marais for the 'Assiette Falafel Speciale' (Special Falafel Plate) which featured the best grilled/fried/whatever eggplant I have ever tasted along with a veritable pile of hummous, falafel balls, pickled cabbage, couscous, chickpeas and sauce, tomatoes and cucumber. I watch and listen as the two giggling girls next to me flirt with the waiter and get a free basket of french fries (? why fries?).
b) I go to the Cafe de Flore one afternoon and drink the very rich and tasty hot chocolate and sample the gold leaf encrusted 8 Euro chocolate eclair (in english - chocolate eclair. And no, it wasn't encrusted in gold leaf, I was just hungry. And stupid.) A french man tries to make conversation but my lack of comprehension cuts that short. Parisians speak too quickly for me to understand, I find.
c) I go to the famous (or infamous, depending on your pov) Ladurée tea room and mange down on a giant St Honore (think that's the name) with rose cream and raspberry filling, as well as a few of their macarons - the guy just brings me a selection. The almond one was fantastic, not too rich, and the chocolate was really good too, but the others (I think both had something to do with pistachios) were too rich or strong or something. I'm sure it had nothing to do with sugar overload. This is the bottomless pit we're talking about here.
When I'm not eating I'm walking it off (walking for hours through the Marais and the Bastille - found our old street Neena!) or watching movies that I don't really understand.
Finally, at about 6 p.m. on Feb 14 I realized what day it was and decided it was time to take myself on a date to the Opera Garnier. I had no idea what was playing but knew that I could probably get a cheap seat so wandered around searching for the Opera Garnier (how is it that I can never find it when I need it?), finally getting there in time to buy a 6 euro seat "no visibility"...which wasn't a big deal since I still didn't know what the performance was - music? opera? ballet?
As it turned out it was ballet and my "no visibility" seat was actually a "great visibility if you're willing to stand up" seat. Three ballets choreographed by William Forsythe, absolutely fantastic, and the best Valentine's date ever.
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