I officially start class on Wednesday the 27th of June – tomorrow!
So I decided, I have to take full advantage of my Tuesday.
I’m out the door and ready for breakfast and as usual, strawberries are involved.
Time for some downtown Saint Germain! I would equate downtown Saint Germain to downtown Soho in New York.
Walking towards Saint Germain, I promise myself that only window shopping is to take place, because at the end of the day, I want to keep as much funds as I have possible for wining and dining in Paris rather than shopping, which I could easily do in Dubai.
I have to mention how stunning the window displays are in Paris. Each more luxurious and more inviting than the next. I do pretty well, with regards to my pact, until I reach Ralf Lauren – gorgeous is all I have to say. Passing by that sore without walking in is next to IMPOSSIBLE.
So yes I do go in and yes I do purchase something, but something small, just to quench my shopping hunger. Sunglasses, which I am in love with.
Walking out of the store I notice a Ralf cafe decked with Ralf Lauren furniture so I say why not a juice in the sunshine?
Just out of curiosity, I begin to investigate how much it would cost me to hire someone to clean my apartment once a week. After discovering the hourly rate usually charged in Paris and a quick contemplation of making a career change right then and there, I am off to supermarket for some cleaning supplies.
Usually at home in the food section of a supermarket, I am now left standing in uncharted territory, i.e. in front of the cleaning supplies. How many liters is my garbage can? Should I get powder, gel or capsules for my washing machine? And what type of broom should I get? In the end I purchase what sounds the strongest but also what smells the best.
Walking back to my apartment, I have a Ralf Lauren retail bag elegantly draped on one shoulder and a bright orange broom lopped over the other shoulder.
I do receive some smiles walking home with my orange broom up in the air, which I respond with the most elegant Bonjour I can muster up.
It’s Champs Elysees time. Walking up and down the Champs is an energetic experience. Seeing all the different types of people, enjoying the restaurants and most importantly taking in the view. I wouldn’t particularly do my shopping on the main strip of the Champs, getting down into the different avenues is where things get interesting.
Roaming around one of the allies I stumble accord Hediard. As a huge fan of teas, it is a must see for me. Smelling the different types of teas and wondering how each flavor would taste with each dessert is a pleasure. In the end, I leave with a box of tea and a box of chocolate coated wafers to keep me satisfied until the usual dinner opening time of 7:00 pm.
I find a lovely bench under a tree and open my Hediard bag. I usually don’t crave food that is packaged but these are one of my favorites. Chocolate covering the thinnest wafer you can imagine. Edible in less than a second!
Putin! I have to admit I am clumsy sometimes. If the streets of Paris weren’t covered in dog number 1′s and number 2′s I swear I would have picked each one of these up and ate them. Alas back to Hediard for box number 2.
When on the Champs and looking for something really comforting to eat I would recommend Relais de l’Entrecote. Yes, we do have one in Dubai, but alcohol is used to make the traditional sauce which is not present in the Dubai mix.
At 6:50 pm (doors open at 7:00 pm) there is already a queue, filled not only with tourists but also locals mind you. As I stood nearly a block away from the door, I start to worry if I would get a place in the 7:00 pm seating. And I swear to you, I was the last one they let in. I park myself on the microscopic “two-seater” (more like half a seater) table outside and enjoy the weather, the meal and the view.
Leaving – the line is still around the block.
Finally home. Some tea, chocolate wafers, blogging and some Mr. Propre.
Tomorrow, class – Finally.