Paris Paris Paris: Part 2

I think the best part of being in Paris is just being able to walk around all day and have so much to do. After my apartment matters were settled, my mom and I decided to Café hop.

Starting off your morning with an espresso is a must!

Espresso

After we had our morning Café, We went to my neighborhood in the 15eme and window shopped. From charming Patisseries to adorable gift shops, the cuteness was endless.
Plant StoolI’m a HUGE fan of gardening so it was pretty exciting to see so many different flower shops.

flowers

I love the Aromates sign! Lord knows i’ll be needing my aromatherapy while in school! I’ll definitely be buying some of that mint and treating myself to Mint Tea once in a while!

My mom was really getting tired of my overwhelming excitement over the plants so, we moved on. A little ways up the road, we came across another shop that had adorable mugs, cutely packaged chocolates and many different types of coffee beans to choose from. This was easily my second favorite shop. It’s called Comptoirs Richard.

DSCN0096I could spend tons of hours, and money, in this darling shop. I couldn’t tell you much about the staff as I didn’t speak with them a whole lot but give me a couple weeks and i’ll know them pretty well. 😉

At this point, My mom and I were starving so we went to another café. This café is off Rue Des Volontaires and it’s pretty cute. Actually, the cutest part was probably our waiter but whatever… I forgot the name of this café but I posted a picture of it in the Part 1 of Paris Paris Paris. Supposedly, it was an American-styled café. I didn’t notice anything too American except the fact that our waiter spoke a little english..LOL

My mom’s not a huge Coca-Cola fan but, in France, she was addicted to it! Like it still had cocaine in the recipe. We’d be walking and she’d say, “Let’s go to a café. I gotta have a Coke!”
Could it have been that everyone was drinking them and it influenced her? Perhaps. But she swore it tasted differently from the kind in America. And I agreed.

Well turns out, it is! In America, Our Coca-Cola is sweetened with High Frutose Corn Syrup (HFCS) and it’s a common sweetener here in the states. In other countries, like France for example, they use sugar. Sugar is not only sweeter but, it also heightens the flavor. So yes, it does taste better. And it’s REALLY addictive.

coke

The Flight of Fright to Paris

From crying babies and the wretched smell of stinky feet to the terrible “Gourmet” airplane food, International flights are not too pleasant. I know you’re not supposed to expect much from traveling but, I didn’t realize just how low I was supposed to set my standards. At the airport, you definitely get to use all 5 of your senses.
Sight: Parents dragging around their crying kids -of all ages- and abundance of luggage.
Smell: The God awful smell of mixed perfumes and B.O.. Pretty sure that about half of the people in the airport haven’t showered. Ever.
Touch: A grimy feeling on your hands that you KNOW inhabits every bacteria and germ known to planet earth. (Maybe farther)
Taste: That stale mint taste from the gum you’ve been chewing for the past 3 1/2 hours.
Sound: Babies crying, loud foreign chatter, and TSA yelling at people.

If I could just revisit the whole food thing for just a moment…They call it “gourmet” and they get you really excited for it! By the time you’re done reading the fancy menu that was written on a fancy letter, in fancy cursive, you’ll almost feel like you’re in First Class. Almost.

But then, your long -and I mean long- awaited food arrives and the first question that pops in your mind is what crime you’ve committed to deserve such foul tasting food. I’m not exaggerating either.

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It doesn’t look that bad but it was one of those meals that you have to keep drinking water after every bite to get it to slide down your throat.

Speaking of extreme nausea…the girl next to me was extremely hungover. And the more she talked about her nausea, the more sympathy nausea I had. Yes, I think this might have been the one case where one should try not to be sympathetic. By the end of the flight, she felt fine  but I was the one who was quickly scanning the plane for the nearest exit bathroom.

I should have just taken sleeping pills like I originally wanted to do..