Saturday, September 29th
Saturday, Jody, Stephanie and I went to Les Puces (The Fleas) right outside of the city limits. It was nice to walk around outside and discover another something in France. These were serious flea markets, though. Everyone had his or her own stall that they opened every weekend. One part of the market was really nice and fancy. The other was more like Chinatown on a Saturday afternoon. Neither part consisted of a bunch of junk strewn across tables like the old Chelsea flea markets. Therefore, I wasn’t inclined to buy anything since the fun of digging was taken away from me. We did, however, all stop for crepes (I had nutella, banana and coconut – yum):
Jody and I took the train home to change clothes and then we headed back into Paris to go to a party at Lacy’s friend’s sister’s friend’s house. So, Lacy, I met Caroline and she is really nice. We didn’t get much of a chance to talk, but I’m making it a point to meet up with her some weekend soon. Our schedules keep missing each other.
On the way to the fete, we stopped at an ATM to get some cash and a hobo proceeded to harass Jody for about two blocks. He smelled like cheese. Finally, we out-maneuvered the hobo at a red light and were free.
We arrived at the party a little confused by our encounter on the street, but we were immediately put at ease by Caroline and all of her nice friends. Sadly, we had gotten a late start so we didn’t have much time to mingle. I sacrificed Jody to a gay couple to talk to a nice boy, but then, as always, the train! Stupid train and its stupid schedule that never jives with mine! So Jody and I made a classic French exit, which consisted of a few frantic good-byes, before jumping into a taxi to race to the train station. But there is no racing for anything in Paris. We hadn’t been in the taxi for 5 minutes before we realized that we were never ever going to make the last train. Oh well, back to Cergy en taxi we went. We should have gone back to the party. At least we laughed about it the whole way home.
Saturday, Jody, Stephanie and I went to Les Puces (The Fleas) right outside of the city limits. It was nice to walk around outside and discover another something in France. These were serious flea markets, though. Everyone had his or her own stall that they opened every weekend. One part of the market was really nice and fancy. The other was more like Chinatown on a Saturday afternoon. Neither part consisted of a bunch of junk strewn across tables like the old Chelsea flea markets. Therefore, I wasn’t inclined to buy anything since the fun of digging was taken away from me. We did, however, all stop for crepes (I had nutella, banana and coconut – yum):
Jody and I took the train home to change clothes and then we headed back into Paris to go to a party at Lacy’s friend’s sister’s friend’s house. So, Lacy, I met Caroline and she is really nice. We didn’t get much of a chance to talk, but I’m making it a point to meet up with her some weekend soon. Our schedules keep missing each other.
On the way to the fete, we stopped at an ATM to get some cash and a hobo proceeded to harass Jody for about two blocks. He smelled like cheese. Finally, we out-maneuvered the hobo at a red light and were free.
We arrived at the party a little confused by our encounter on the street, but we were immediately put at ease by Caroline and all of her nice friends. Sadly, we had gotten a late start so we didn’t have much time to mingle. I sacrificed Jody to a gay couple to talk to a nice boy, but then, as always, the train! Stupid train and its stupid schedule that never jives with mine! So Jody and I made a classic French exit, which consisted of a few frantic good-byes, before jumping into a taxi to race to the train station. But there is no racing for anything in Paris. We hadn’t been in the taxi for 5 minutes before we realized that we were never ever going to make the last train. Oh well, back to Cergy en taxi we went. We should have gone back to the party. At least we laughed about it the whole way home.
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I'm so glad you got to meet Caroline! Hopefully you all can work something out soon...my one contribution to your stay in Paris.
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