I was walking down Rue Saint-Germain and I felt a small raindrop on my shoulder. I seriously looked up and it just started to pour. I definitely was not prepared for this random downpour (which is apparently common in Paris) and neither were all the other Parisians on the street. We all dashed under the closest roof-like thing that covers doorways (what do you call them?). Although I squeezed into a tiny entryway with eight strangers, it was strangely comforting to huddle with them, make small talk, and peer out at the pouring rain together. I like Paris.
I was planning to go to the famous Berthillon Glacier which is supposed to have the best ice cream in France (do I daresay the world?). But, unfortunately after being drenched by the rain, I just returned to my room...and had a really good cup of tea! (Isn't this mug cute, hahaha my cousin lent it to me!)
Yesterday, I went to buy postcards from this small newsstand and the guy who worked there was soo nice. The postcards were a strange shape so I asked him if I could send them to the United States like a regular postcard but he told me I needed envelopes. Then, we proceeded to have a conversation about why I was sending them to the US, what I was doing here, etc. When I finally bought the postcards, he also put a bunch of envelopes in the bag and he said "C'est un cadeau pour toi" which means (It's a gift for you!). SO NICE RIGHT? However, the point of the story isn't that the guy was really friendly, but that this entire conversation took place in FRENCH. I've come to realize that the best feeling in the world is when I speak French to a Parisian and they respond in French. Likewise, the worst feeling in the world is when I speak French...and they automatically respond in English...
I also met up with my cousin and her boyfriend, William, today at their workplace area. They live in the financial district of Paris which basically looks like Chicago. It's very modern and has a lot of skyscrapers, etc. I promise pictures of the buildings next time, it's beautiful at night. Anyways, they are really the cutest couple in the world. (I know, I'm still third wheeling even in Paris. hahaha) We ate at McDonalds for dinner...which is surprisingly really good here. Everything truly tastes better in Paris!
At la Defense with William.
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