I ended up sleeping in until 1pm. It felt great but I knew I had hurt myself when it came to adjusting to the time here. I decided I was going to take a trek and look up a coffee house I had heard was up to my standards of “good coffee”. Three hours and $50 euros later my cappuccino didn’t disappoint. Painful lesson of the day: You must keep your metro ticket until you exit the metro station. Ugh. Stupid Americaine…
My flat mates took me to a photo gallery show. Anise, Edwards girlfriend works at the Louvre and has connections up the wazoo on the art scene here. I am continually blown away at how I manage to bump into the right people. The gallery show was fantastic and afterwards we wandered the streets of La Marais as they pointed out various places I must go to eat or drink during my time here. Laughably we ended up at McDonalds (which also serves macarons btw) and ate back at our flat.
Tomorrow is a big day. Lots of work to do for my lovely clients back home.
Bonsoir.
