Went out tonight. Around 7 i “opted“ to get lost on my way down the street. I took the scenic rout. To my surprise I didn’t have to turn at all to get to the club i was aiming for. Haha. Well in the time that I was walking in circles (at seven oclock in broad daylight where it was safe mind you) I experienced that stereotypic French male behavior of cat calling. So it is true that when you walk past a group of French men they shout out things like, “qu’elle marguerite” or “c’est vraiment joli ça!” I have no opinions as to whether I enjoy this or not but it really is something interesting about their culture.
This evening at the bar a man gave Sarah Savoy and I each a rose. How very Parisien!