I think you will find your happiness there...

February 16, 2012

9.5 hours later and I'm finally here! I was fortunate enough to have 3 seats to myself, but still didn't sleep well. Go figure. I did, however, manage to almost miss dinner due to a Tylenol PM induced stupor. Too bad that stuff doesn't work longer than two hours. New life goal: To be able to sleep on an airplane.

Whoever said that the French aren't friendly is wrong. Right as we got off the plane, there was an airline agent greeting everyone with a friendly "Bonjour!" Fifty feet away there was also an armed guard so I guess friendly is relative.

Maureen and I are staying at the Woodstock Hostel in Montmarte. We spent the afternoon tooling around the neighborhood, visiting the shops, cafes (crepes...yum!), and visiting Moulin Rouge.

At Sacre Couer, there was a sign that read, "Welcome Messes," but the idea of a church welcoming the messes was nice. I think if you are one of the messes that needs welcoming, church is as good a place as any to be.

We were walking by a patisserie, admiring all the delectable pastries. Here is the exchange that took place.
Mo: I don't even know what those are, but they look delicious.
French man then points to the pastries, then puffs out his cheeks and puts his hands on his belly as if to inform us that those delicious treats will in fact make you fat.
Me: That was sort of the plan.

Once upon a time I did number two in one of those self-cleaning public toilets and it didn't flush. I told the woman in line behind me that it didn't flush, hoping that she wouldn't go in. But she did. You're welcome.

"I think you will find your happiness there." -The woman working the front desk at the hostel.
She was referring to a street with lots of restaurants after we asked her about dinner options, but I'd like to think it was a little more philosophical than that. ")