"Adjusting" to Paris

It's my 5th day here in Paris...and the first day that I've showered before noon. What can you do?

Day 1:

This trip has been all over the place since I landed. Once Bronwyn met me at the bus stop and we dropped my things off at the apartment we were off. We had to go to the Google Paris office to pick up the second Beirut ticket, then back towards the apartment to have dinner and change, then back north of the seine for the show.

We made it to Le Bataclan just as Beirut started. The show was wonderful. Everyone around us was full of energy. There were two guys standing next to us, really nice and rather cute, who turned out to be from the states (one visiting the other who lived there)..gotta love it. Zack Condon and crew did three encores that night. The love affair between those boys and Paris is just lovely.

After the show we found a cute bar, drank kir royales, and smoked until the wee hours of the morning. That's just how we roll.

Day 2:

We had a quick lunch in the neighborhood (14e) and headed for a walk in Le Marais, my favorite neighborhood in Paris. Bronwyn had a book with walking tours of Paris. We quickly went off track after we started. It took a while but I was able to convince Bronwyn to put the guide away and let us wonder the streets and get back on track naturally. (and people with my lack of sense of direction that is not an easy thing to do.)

It started to rain on our walk but we found ourselves only blocks away from L'as du Falafel, my favorite restaurant in Paris. We enjoyed some falafel especial while the downpour continued.

We headed home to do some shopping and enjoy the rain on our couch

Day 3:

I worked. That's right I worked on my laptop. All Day. Granted I didn't get out of bed until 12:00, but still. I was kinda annoyed but you can't be too annoyed when you're working in Paris. It's weird though. I didn't feel like I was on vacation. Yes, I know that when you're WORKING you don't feel like you're on vacation. But I kinda felt like I was home in a way. I mean I'm in this city that I love, where I speak the language, where people have assumed I'm a native, where I have favorite spots, where I have no interest in monuments and taking pictures, and where I can navigate the subway like no one's business. Basically I kinda feel like I belong here.

I don't know what that means exactly, but I like it.