Today is Liz’s last day here. We had to go get our luggage from Bretzys and we exchanged our week’s experiences. They went to this thing called Secret Cinema in London. It is a must. My next European travel will be based around the next time this is done.
After unpacking and repacking Liz and I split ways to do errands and explore. I am leaving for Amsterdam tomorrow and tonight we celebrated the Chefs birthday at the Frenchies place. I took my luggage to the chef and poets place. They were kind to offer to store my things and I packed a small bag and took things I won’t miss if they get stolen since I will be staying in a hostel. I was starving after my trek with my luggage so the chef and I grabbed an early dinner and wandered around his neighborhood of Place de Clichy on the edge of Monmartre in the 17th. I bought flowers for the frenchie since she was hosting the party. Red Rononculas cought my eye and I thought they suited her well. I parted ways with the Chef and walked through Montemartre. Past the fabric shops and the while taking photos of the Sacre Couer as my fingers froze over. Back at our place Liz and I finished the last of our travel prep for the next morning already knowing that the French party late and hard. We donned our red lips and walked the three blocks to the metro Chateau Rouge to take the 4 towards Porte d’Orleans. At Gare de l’est we popped on the 5 towards Place d’Italie and got off at Richard Lenoire. The night was brisk and the walk to Amel’s was thankfully short. 6 flights of stairs later we were met with a rooftop view of the city in the quaint and cozy French apartment. Lots of wine, cheese and meats of course. Potato chips too because after all we are not bourgeois. Tasted a bottle of wine that cost over 100 euro. It was great. But not amazing.
The last metro is at 12:45am. That is about the time the guitar came out and we cabbed it home at about 2am.
The Dam tomorrow. Tonight, sleep.
