![]() Of course the oil pastels was why I was there. ![]() I just love the rain and there was no one else outside so I didn’t need to try to make conversation….or get suffocated by someone smoking.Īfter my delicious lunch sitting in the rain and watching Paris go by, I managed to duck into Sennelier. I enjoyed my bowl of soup sitting outside. This was one of the phrases that made the French smile at my terrible accent, appreciate I had given it a go and offer to speak in English. I had my greetings down and “Je parle un peu français” (I speak a little French). The only time I ever heard them was when they were going up and down the stairs.īy this time I was picking up a little bit of tourist French. ![]() My building was also filled with dogs…but I didn’t realise how many til I was almost leaving. And the dogs didn’t care what language I spoke. There was always a puppy friend to play with. We ran into each other 3 more times that day…ĭOGS! Dogs are allowed everywhere in Paris. While inside ordering I discovered on of my favourite things about France…. I stopped by this adorable little french cafe and got the soupe du jour. It was raining (and I hadn’t packed an umbrella) so I thought I should find somewhere to sit out of the rain and I was feeling peckish… Of course I was yet to adjust to the French shopping hours and found myself at a closed store in the middle of the day. Eventually I realised I had gone waaaaaayyyy past my intended route so I headed down to the Seine and headed to Sennelier. I got totally lost (AGAIN) and had so much fun wandering down random streets and finding random shops to look at. I had to get a French sim card and cash and some stamps and some postcards and some more groceries for the things I had overlooked (like toilet paper) the day before. The original Sennelier store – where Sennelier & Picasso invented the oil pastelĭay 3 was mostly errands. I ended up making an awesome prawn fettuccine from the local produce and then hit the hay early. I spent the rest of the day recovering in my apartment and trying to figure out what I was going to do in the coming days. I ended up giving her my purse and hoping she didn’t rip me off (she didn’t…I was trying to give her 5euros for something that was 50cents). Though had an epic fail with trying to understand one of the people at the market when I was trying to buy potatoes. I managed to use a bit more French that day. My very first Paris croissant…nothing here can compare With these shops, (which were also just above the metro) and the markets & the supermarket in my street I was set. It is also in front of a strip of specialty shops including a cafe, Boulangerie/Patisserie – Biologique (Organic Bakery/Patisserie), “vins” (wine shop), fromagerie (cheese shop…*drools*), Poissonnerie (fish shop), Charcuterie (pork shop – it is a bit like a deli…but only pork products), boucherie (butcher…who also did a great rotisserie chicken!) & marchand de légumes (greengrocer). That was to check out my local farmers market “ Marché Maubert” which is on every Tuesday, Thursday & Saturday and this is where I got most of my fresh produce while I was there. The next morning, after sleeping like a log, I only briefly went out. I arrived in Paris on Wednesday the 14th of October. I would like to put it up here…but thanks to my stalker I think it is best kept hidden for now. If you would like it please just send me an email or if you follow me on twitter send a dm. ![]() Dear Santa’s: a few of you have been asking for my postal address.
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