We've been here just under a week now and living a life of liesure in this city where I don't think we can ever get bored, only stranded without a metro train at 1am. Like last night. When we were at a bar called "Le Mecanique" - a hipster divebar playing 60s rock, the walls covered with newsclippings, comics, magazines, someone's dental Xray, the floors with furniture pulled from the curb or an old factory. It was a Monday night so the crowd wasn't large, but we heard the familiar sound of english and met two guys from Ohio. They're band had played at the bar earlier that night, and they were going to continue their tour of self-described "wierd rock" in Germany today.
Earlier that day Jackie and I went to an Edith Piaf museum (very small) in one of her former apartments. I had no idea who Edith Piaf was until I saw her museum in our book about Free & Dirt Cheap Paris and Jackie exclaimed her love of the singer. So the night before going to the museum we watched the movie about her, starring the wife from Inception, who won an Oscar for the role. It was a great movie, and I fell in love with Edith's music.
As for the museum itself, it turned out we needed an appointment to view it, but nous avons eu de la chance, and there was a already a group that let us into their appointment with them. It was a singles group comprised of 60- and 70-somethings, and they invited us to grab a drink with them afterwards. This afternoon was entirely in French, and I'm happy to say that I understood a lot of it, especially talking with the singles over coffee. Although I did more listening than talking, which is still slow for me. Jackie's speaking is pretty good though.
Also yesterday we went to the American Church of Paris to investiage Krav Maga lessons. It turns out there was a class that evening so we went to talk to the instructor to find out more, but he was very dismissive, telling us that first we had to email him with our names and that we'd need some sort of medical certification before we could join the class. ???? I think he assumed that we're weak little girls, and he was so dismissive we didn't even get the chance to tell him that we're experienced in Krav Maga or even to ask how much the classes cost. This is discouraging because I really wanted to continue my training here but I don't even know if I want an instructor who is so unwelcoming, especially after being used to Jason who is super awesome.
Then we went for Thai food at a restaurant near Nation, recommended by the free and dirt cheap book. We split chicken egg rolls and pad thai. It was delicious and the staff was very nice. We watched as they gave a sweet bun or such to a little girl who was crying outside to try to make her feel better. I left an extra Euro tip because they were so friendly.
Ok, time to go shopping!!!
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