I’ve tried not to let on – but at this point, I hadn’t really loved Paris yet. The people were rude, the city was dirty, and the Eiffel Tower is a really hideous color. . .
Day 4, however, changed everything. It started out lame with a Contiki planned a tour for us through a perfume factory. Boring and nauseating. . . I stood outside in a courtyard and looked around until Dana was ready to go. She promised we’d see the whole city together so my group of four set out for Montmartre in search of starving artists and the best view of the city – we found both! We took pictures with the entire city behind us (we climbed a hundred million stairs) and stumbled upon painters, shops, and cafes. It was really great. I checked menus at a few cafes and picked a restaurant where one could get two courses for 12 euro! Amazing. The four of us sat at our little table and while the other three consumed their French Onion soup I decided to see if I could find a red beret . . . I peeked around the corner and saw the others were still eating the soup and decided I had time to rummage through paintings that had been created by the artists in the square. I thought if I find one black and white painting of the Eiffel Tower with a little red in it – that will be the one! Four of five hundred paintings later, I found one! I purchased it with the money that I found in an letter from this boy I know named Drew Kropff.. Drew wrote me a note to open in each and every country. I have loved it – but I honestly have no patience. It’s so hard to wait to open the next one!!! Anyways, the painting is all black and white except for one red tree – it goes with the theme Little One (Andrea) and I have going in our room and I love it. THANK YOU DREW!!! While looking at my pretty new painting, talking with locals in the courtyard, and seeing the entire city behind me. . . I fell in love. It really is an amazing city . . . they say it’s the city of love, lights, glitz, and glamour, and it very well may be. . . but for me it’s city of cobblestone roads, beautiful clothing, architecture, and people watching. Anyways, I was so glad I was there - it just took me a minute.
I sat back down at our table, had a coffee and finally relaxed. I had Salmon with veggies – it was delicious. I ordered the fruit salad for desert and despite all the cheap Contiki food and attractions – I was a pretty happy girl. Later, it started raining and Dana and Cameron headed back to the hotel, but Rose and I bought umbrellas and continued on. We walked down Champs-Élysées toward Arc de Triomphe . . . it was beautiful. Rodeo Drive aint got nothing on Champs-Élysées. While walking a group of very attractive, possibly gay men in matching t-shirts and umbrellas began talking to me. They asked if they could kiss me on the each side of the cheek (how they kiss there) while big movie cameras recorded it. And then in really bad English, the supposed producer asked my permission to be on the French news. SAY WHAT?!?!?! So, he interviewed me and recorded me with the gay guys and it was hilarious. lol I still have no idea what I may or may not be on the news for. Gay pride!?? LOVE MY LIFE.
That night, I took a chance and paid 115 Euro to go to the oldest French Cabrera. We posed in front of the Moulin Rouge while the fan blew under all of us. It was just like Marilyn Monroe – except I think we did a better job of keeping our dresses down. At the Cabrera show all the skinny French girls danced around with their saggy boobs showing and Dana, the couple from New Orleans, and I discussed life. We had limitless wine and enjoyed steak dinners. Totally worth the money.
So one of the people Dana and I met in London had apparently been begging his tour manager to find Dana’s tour. He said that they were soul mates and had to see her again – but we did not know this. . . we were told that the people on that tour had asked for us and were like whatever, let’s go! So we met them at a pub down the street from the Moulin Rouge and the boy proceeded to get my advice on how to marry Dana. Hilarous. I met tons of other great people and had a fantastic time (except for a girl who may or may not have broken my camera - keep reading for the latest lol). HOWEVER – Dana and I decided to get back on the fan and it was so much harder to keep our dresses down this time – lol it was silly. Luckily, no one was around and it will just be a hilarious memory between the two of us. We took a cab home that night and I fell asleep in my little black dress, exhausted.
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