Sunday, June 7, 2015

Two Weeks in Paris

I've been in Paris for two weeks, and I'm leaving in just a few hours.  I've posted almost nothing here, not because there is nothing to say about Paris, but because I've been too absorbed in life to write about it.

Things of note that happening here in Paris:

  • Four or five days of bouldering in the best bouldering gym I've seen.
  • A 10 km day of foodie walking.
  • The first time a pizza genuinely surprised me in a long, long time.
  • Temptations resisted.
  • Temptations not resisted.
  • Slacklining.
  • A bottle of wine that had been submerged in the ocean for at least a year.
  • Friends, new and old.
  • The most eclectically decorated apartment I've ever stayed in.
  • Bento boxes, and wonderful vegetables.
  • Great cooking, not my own.
  • Bone marrow, and head cheese, not at the same time.
  • A fleeting sense of family.
  • A chain of stores that sell nothing but frozen foods.
  • More butcher shops and bakeries than Starbucks in the US.
  • A shower I was convinced would not allow me to take a cold shower.  I was wrong.
  • A bar run by a self named Troll.
Paris, the place, was okay.  I'm not a tourist.  I don't care about seeing sights.  I doubt I ever got within a couple kilometers of the Eiffel Tower.  I passed by the site of the Bastille, and didn't care.

But, Paris, the people, were friendly, interesting, talkative, and not at all rude.  Despite me taking most of the time here to stop wanting to respond to everything in Spanish, no one ever seemed annoyed when I said I couldn't speak French.   My terrible, broken French skills were met with patience and understanding.

France was beautiful, interesting, and satisfying, and I look forward to returning in the future.

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