Je Suis A Paris!

Whoa… found these pictures archived from the day I got to Paris and forgot about them.

The day I got to Paris, I tried, as I always do, to avoid jet lag by acting as though it didn’t exist. I walked around my new neighborhood, the 7th arrondissement, getting a feel for what was around. I found Rue Cler, my new foodie home, which is a pedestrian street within spitting distance that has all variety of foodie shops. I picked up a few things… some bread, cheese, pâté, the ever present tomatoes, onions, and garlic, and of course some wine, before walking back to my new apartment… and crashing.

For some reason it didn’t work this time, and jet lag crept up like the bad guy in a slasher film. I woke up around 8, disoriented, groggy, and starving. I walked over to the fridge and filled a plate with pâté and goat cheese, grabbed jars of cornichons and mustard, broke my baguette in two, and poured myself a glass of wine. And there, on my new couch, I had my very own French picnic.

So I’m sorry for the quality of the pictures of my first dinner in France, but I was too tired to adjust the lighting to make them pretty. What counts is that it was all delicious, and I liked the wine so much that I’m keeping the bottle. I am a walking stereotype, and I love it.