Moins de 26 ans

If you are under 26 in France and like to look at things, you have it made.

Most museums, movies, and touristy sites offer a reduced ticket price for people under 26 (and over 60, and those with a lot of children, and the unemployed, and those who have lost limbs in foreign wars - no joke). I recently turned 26 and was frantically trying to see everything that I could for a few euros less (cheap for the win!). I definitely got to see a lot more that way but now the burn is extra harsh because 1) more money and 2) old.

This means that I start out my interaction with museums down a point. Which is bad because this is pretty much how the guards in museums feel about me:

Breakfast in America

Bonjour again!

There is this place in Paris called Breakfast in America and it's one of a whole bunch of stores/restaurants that peddle American goods. Presumably, to Americans because I've never seen anyone other than Americans in these stores. I think they are cool and I am totally not above buying marshmallow fluff at $6 a  jar because sometimes, you just need a fluffernutter to live.

So, I'm a fan of these places. A couple weeks ago, while laying in bed in the Electric Toilet (a bed from which I can touch 3 of my 4 walls, for the record), I was overcome with the following thought:

I MUST HAVE WAFFLES. I MUST HAVE THEM NOW.

Ideally, I would have gotten these:

but I did get this:

Years ago, a French friend told me that the French refer to American coffee as "sock water." I had never encountered this in the wild, however, until eating at Breakfast in America where this was a choice on the menu.

Easter!

Good morning Failpants!

Happy Easter from this somewhat catholic country!

Gross things

I do a lot of work at Pain Quotidien down the street from my apartment because they have free wifi and they leave me alone (and also have iced coffee).

A few MONTHS ago I killed a big spider by crushing it with my mighty, mighty power/phone.

I just looked over and it is still there.

Gross, France, just gross.

Attn: planet earth

Dear Planet Earth,

Are you missing a large quantity of pregnant women? Because they are all here in Paris: we have all of them.

Please come reclaim some.

SHE'S HERE! SHE'S HERE!

My mom is visiting, which I am totally not going to use as an excuse not to blog like I used school, cold weather, warm weather, being a lazy person, finals, work, the sun being too shiny, playing tourist, and Glee being on.

So basically I went from a life that looked a lot like this:

to doing one of these:

and having to put on pants on a daily basis, which makes me feel like this:

and she was all like:

but it's ok, because we both think a lot like this:

this is not mine, and I can't remember where I found it, so...sorry.
that covers my IP bases, right?

Medieval Times

The other day I was walking through the Marais, which is a very popular area of central Paris and also happens to be quite old, which is like a thing here. The streets are narrow and the buildings are quite tall and it all resembles a medieval quarter. It's really, really charming.

So, I'm walking. Minding my own business, like I do. Probably eating something. Anyway.

Out of nowhere, water comes from the sky. Not rain, oh no, like a bucket of dirty, unidentified water. I look up and realize that someone is pouring water out their window.

Now, it's one thing to live in a medieval looking area. It is quite another to act like it's 1430 and completely forget that we have indoor plumbing.

Seriously, come on.