The day was raining when I stepped outside. Already running late, I rushed through the misty fog using Sacre-Coeur as a guide to navigate around the hilly 18th. Rue Lamarck, I was looking for this street, the one that held Soul Kitchen a delightful coffee shop on a hill in Montmatre that served steamed halzenut milk and melty hot chocolate. I was to meet Fiona, a friend and fellow Masters student in my program and we were to spend the day discovering and eating.
When I arrived, flailing down rue Lamarck with huffing puffs of breath trailing after me. Soul Kitchen was closed and the halzenut deliciousness denied to us.
We walked to Melai Coffee Riders in search for other warm beverages; this coffee shop was also found closed. Entirely flabbergasted by all the closed things on a Saturday we took to the area around Sacre-Coeur where a painted man dressed as a statue and flocks of tourists welcomed us to the once starving-artist district of Paris.
The key to a good excursion day is simple: follow your senses. Go with your nose toward food, with your eyes towards colorful things, or your fingers towards fluffiness.
So we wandered down alleyways, into creperies for both savory and chocolatey crepes, and purchased many, many postcards from the shops that lure tourists to them by brightly colored cards decorated with art-deco designs and women. We walked off the crepes by going up hill, down hill, around, and around in circles. The 18th is a maze situated on a hill so it was a common occurrence for us to take a cobblestoned road, see pretty buildings and then wind up right back where we'd started.
Found Villa Leandre
Found a water-mill
Found a greenhouse that operates now as artist studios
Found a flamingo mural
Found an art-deco church
Found the second hand shop of the gods
Ate pizza after leaving a fancy restaurant
Purchased another pizza to bring home then watched Chronicles of Ridrrick
In an effort to stick to some sort of budget, heading to Germany was accomplished by taking two-overnight buses to and from Freiburg and Paris. Leaving on a cold midnight Saturday, a cold Freiburg was breached at 8am. In fact, the entire experience was cold, but also exhilarating this, however, was most assuredly due to the vast amount of caffeine I'd consumed in a flailing attempt to stave off the lack of sleep I acquired on the overnight bus. Thus I had a total of one-fatigue-ridden-but-glorious-Sunday in Germany a place I've been dreaming about seeing for as long as I could remember.
Hoping off the FlixBus just about ten minutes from the altstadt Nicole and I met Germany with a crisp morning and a slightly drunken man who seemed resolutely sure that my name was "Blondie" which he followed by German things. So, creepy men exist everywhere; sorry ladies. Plus side, I knew French and he did not. Confronted with this obstruction and having had no caffeine I did what any young woman would do having just stepped off a 8 hour bus ride. I rapid fired French and darted away.