Last night, I had my first big night out in Paris! After our intense day of shopping, the girls and I met in the Bastille area to check out the bars on Rue de Lappe. It's a little side street with beaucoup de bars/clubs (and a lot of rude, disgusting French boys who harass American girls...). Suzanne, Brittany, and I hung out for a couple hours in "Charlotte Bar," drinking wine and talking - it was so much fun!
Around 1 a.m., Ben and his friend, David, met us and we left Rue de Lappe to get our Parisian groove on. The first bar we graced with our presence was an Irish bar. I can't remember the name, but I do know a random girl decided to befriend me and drag me up on stage to dance. No matter what country I am in, I always end up on stage. Then we went to Social Club to do some techno dancing...Europeans love their house music! After dancing the night (and the morning away), we worked up quite the appetites and stopped for a crepe breakfast at the nearest crepe stand. I've waxed poetic about food before...but when I say this was the biggest crepe known to man...I am not joking. It had Guiness Book written on it (or baked in it). It was so big, I couldnt even finish it (and that is unprecedented when it comes to Michelle Hershman and drunk eating). After we were all thoroughly ill from our crepe overindulgence, Ben and I walked home....at 6:30 a.m. And let me tell you, Paris is quite lively at 6 a.m. on a Sunday.
Needless to say, I am exhausted today. However, I did manage to walk to the happening Oberkampf area to look at an apartment...it was cute but not worth the 1000 euro/month they are charging. On my walk back, I stopped at an interesting looking bookstore. It was tiny and filled with really old, unique books. I asked the man working there -- who I later learnd was named Patrice -- a question about one of the books, and that led into an hour and a half conversation IN FRENCH. (Well, 90 percent in French and 10 percent in English.) He said I was making great progress for only being here a week and that my accent was tres bien! He also explained that Parisians do not sourire (smile) a lot because they lead a hard, expensive life and their natural expression is rather stoic and triste. So a lot of them only look rude... I would like to thank Patrice for teaching me that some Parisians can actually be nice and open to strange Americans infiltrating their city.
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