Above is the first purchase I made aux supermarché in Paris. A box of cereal “barres”. It’s the first time I’ve seen the french spelling outside the ballet studio, so I thought it would be fitting to pack these as an afternoon snack before I leave for school every day. C’est drôle, non? Ah, ballet humor.
Speaking of first purchases, I made my first real Parisian purchase yesterday, and suffice to say I’m obsessed. Regardez:
Les lunettes du soleil! I’m a huge fan of all ray-bans, and I’ve been wanting a matte plastic pair to alternate with my clubmasters for quite some time now. When I passed by a shop with these in the window Sunday, I promised myself I would return on Monday once it was open and try them on. After testing out pair after pair (and shamelessly modeling them all for the shop owners, of course) these ones felt the most “me”. And I must have chosen correctly, because I wore them the entire way home and never stopped smiling. You should’ve seen me- I was grinning ear to ear and mouthing Bonjour! to everyone I scurried past, whether they were looking at me or not. Retail therapy really is magical…
*Sidenote: Psychedelic background in that selfy courtesy of some fantastic street art at the end of my rue.
**Sidenote to the sidenote: While I was taking the aforementioned selfy, I spotted a man standing directly behind a tree about 100 feet away from me, facing the tree (and me). Immediately assuming the man had been following me and was now foolishly attempting to hide behind a tiny tree so as not to be noticed, I started to freak out and plan my escape route. However, it only took a few scary seconds to realize the man wasn’t stalking, but merely peeing on the tree instead. Second time I’ve seen someone do this in the 3 days I’ve been here…what’s the deal?! Is that not illegal here?!??! #parisisstrangesometimes