It is Tuesday 23.10h already and i just finished my backlog in work that i didn't do as Juliette was here this weekend. Sunday and Mondayevening doing ironing (no clothes left to wear, so i am in desperate need of doing this). Tonight putting lessons 11 to 16 in a word document with pictures of the dishes we made. So finally i am getting back on track.
Friday Juliëtte arrived around 18.00h with a 20 minute delay in Gare du Nord. I had school until 18.00h, so we agreed to meet in the bar across my appartement called café du Theatre, which i thought would be a nice cafe on the block, full of cultural minded Parisiens as the name of the café suggests. It was not like that. Instead of elaborate parisiens it was filled with swearing and stinking man without teeth, who gambled on horses. As most of them lost all the time, they were always in a bad mood and swearing. This was the atmosphere where Juliette arrived around 19.20h. We both did not want to spent more time in this atmosphere, so we went to the appartement, got settled with a cup of tea and got out to dinner at a nice restaurant called "Le court bouillon", als in Rue du Theatre, so 5 minutes walk from the appartement. I had never eaten there before, but had good references from school and it was very nice. Good and friendly personell, good food and wine and a good atmosphere.
Next morning 6.45h i had to get up to go to school until 15.00h. Juliette went shopping. She walked from the appartement to Montparnasse, completely underestimating distances in Paris (4 km).
Arriving back from school i could not get into the appartement as i forgot the doorcode and Juliette had the keys to the appartment. I had to wait until other people got out, so i could sneek in and ring the bell. Juliette was very tired after the long walk, so in the afternoon we had lots of plans, but no energy.
In the evening we went to Champs Elysees to see the christmas market and lights. Very nice. Dinner at Place du Bastille in a Japanese / Thay restaurant.
Sundaymorning, believe it or not, we visited the Paris sewers (how romantic). After breakfast at Dupleix Sunday market, straight to the sewers which are near to pont d'Alma. If you forget the smell of the sewers, it is quite an interseting place to visit.
Afternoon we were invited by André. a brazilian classmate for a Brazilian Feijoada, a
stew of black beans with beef and pork, which is a typical from Brazilian Cuisine. In Brazil, feijoada is considered by many as the national dish. See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feijoada. Gradually more people dropped by, we drunk caipirinha with the feijoada, as the lemon seems to helps to digest the iron from the black beans.
From Andre's place directly to Gare du Nord where i had to say goodbye to my love for the next 3 weeks....
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| Eiffeltower as can be seen from the appartement |
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| Juliette at the Arc du Triomphe |
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| Champs elysees christmas lights |
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| Christmas fairy ?? |
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| How Parisian shop owners get their shop full: Let the staff dance |
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| Sewers of Paris |
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| Back Home ........ |
