troisieme jour...

Tonight I was able to have some really fun interactions with some interesting Parisians- one boy outside of Starbucks (side note- starbucks in Paris is cheaper than coffee in a restaurant- perspective on how pricey things are…mon dieu!) stopped me and asked if I was from England. Upon answering that I was American he said that he loved Americans and wanted to kiss me. He also said “I would like to invite you to be my lover- I am a very good French lover…” My response? “Non, mais, merci.” Luke- no worries- Il n’y a pas mignon. ;)

Then I was able to meet a man from Argentina who spoke wonderful French- he thought it was so “cool” (an American word he liked a lot) that we could speak to each other in French even though we are from the US and Argentina. He has a lot to say- a very smart man.

Tonight we went to a jazz concert in a bar in the Parisian equivalent of Atlanta’s Midtown (a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘gay Paris’…). It was unexplainable-- fabulous. I suppose those were the highlights- and the fact that our waiter for dinner, upon finding out that we were from Georgia, professed his undying love for the Allman Brothers.

Bonne nuit, mes cheries!