Our adventures began before even leaving the metro station. As we walked through Nation on our way to switch trains, we passed a store filled with dresses. "Do you mind stopping?" Sarah asked. I didn't, and we both ended up buying quite a few things. I knew Paris was quite fashionable, but who knew you could find great clothes without even setting foot on the city's streets?
We continued on to Montmartre, visited Le Murs des Je T'aime, enjoyed a lovely vegetarian meal at a slightly hidden cafe, admired the artists and their works, were awed by Sacre Coeur, ran back to the cafe to retrieve my bag of train station-bought dresses I had left at our table, and then sauntered down the steps in front of Sacre Coeur, enjoying the people, the performers, and the beautiful weather. Crepes were purchased and consumed. We made plans to meet my dear friend Katie in the city, so headed to our favorite area (Notre Dame) to wait for her there. *see romantic moment below* After joyfully greeting Katie, we walked to L'as du Falafel, Lenny Kravitz's favorite falafel joint. That was pretty much it for our Parisian adventures. We wandered the city finishing our falafels and made our way back to the metro, parted ways with Katie, and took the good ol' A back to the wonderful world of Disney.
* romantic moment*
Sarah and I were taking the metro to Notre Dame. We stepped off the train onto the platform and began to walk toward the stairs. As we passed a few of the train cars, I looked over into the train and noticed an attractive guy. No big deal, if nothing else had happened it would have just been a moment of subconsciosly noticing a cute guy. However, as I was about to look away, he looked over his shoulder (I had just seen his profile) and caught my eye. He turned away, but then quickly turned back, almost a double take. As if that didn't take me by surprise enough, he gave me this big, beautiful smile. Now, I'm gonna be honest, this guy was very attractive. In the perfect, cool but not trying, clean and intelligent looking, kind of way. Almost as a reflex, I smiled back at him before we walked out of his line of sight. Kind of giggling to myself, I figured that was the end of that. However, before we reached the stairs, the train pulled away from station, and his train car passed by us once again. I looked up and he had turned to face the window and was standing there with one hand pressed against the glass,the other hand waving, flashing me that beautiful smile. Though he was smiling, the look on his face was slightly sad, yet a little hopeful.
It's the kind of romantic chance encounter that only happens in movies. The kind of moment that would make me roll my eyes and make a cynical remark. But it really happened to me, in Paris, in my French harem pants that are all the rage here.
In Disney news, hopefully soon I'll be spending some quality time as everyone's favorite English Nanny.