Bonjour à Paris

So here I am. Finally in the City of Lights. It's a little bit strange, I must admit. Things are much different from when I was here this summer. Mainly because I have a lot of solo time while Boris goes off to work during the day and also, it is not the middle of tourist season so while I do have quite a few instances where I hear people speaking English (whether is be American or British) they are much more few and far between then they were in July. There are have been many things happening since I arrived on Friday morning, but two that I must make mention of in this post:

1. For some reason, there has been an attack of women with strollers upon not only me, the American girl in Paris.. but also: Pauline.. the once Parisian girl in America returned home. They are out to get us! On Friday, I came very close to my demise twice for this very reason. First, a woman came out of nowhere like a bat out of hell and almost clipped me with not only a stroller... but her very own flesh and blood child IN the stroller! She just whisked around a group of us walking (I happened to be on the outside) and voila... I almost died or incurred some major squashed toe/foot :) Then, later that day, I was walking down the street with Pauline in the Bastille neighborhood where there are sidewalks on either side of cobblestone street and a woman with two munchkins AND a stroller with baby (whoa too many small children for this girl!) was walking by to our left... then it became less to our left and more to our right with each approaching moment, until finally her poor child's head nearly ended up in my derrière and I nearly ended up on top of a car! What is it with these women? Goodness!

2. This story is a bit more personal, but I figure I will share it with all those who care to read because... well... I can laugh at myself and this is pretty darn funny considering the timing. So, as I mentioned, I arrived on Friday morning which also happened to be the morning of Boris' and I two year anniversary <insert "awww">. Now we had a busy day getting situated and then we met up with Pauline to get cafe as well as two of Boris friends to go suit shopping. After all of that I was exhausted. Mind you, I was sick while I was home in Michigan and taking Pseudoephed which was causing me to get very little sleep. I actually managed to only get about 4-5 hours of sleep from Wednesday night to this very time on Friday evening. So after all these events in Paris, Boris and I went off for a romantic dinner at a little bistro in our neighborhood. Boris and I ordered the same thing- confit de canard - which is duck slow roasted and soaked in butter...YUM! And then we split a creme brulee... DOUBLE YUM!
Here are some visuals- these may be stock photos... but they are pretty darn close to what my meals looked like! Ahh I love French food!

All well and good.... not! We went to bed around 11pm and at around 1:30am  I awoke from a strange and frantic dream. Luckily, though I had no idea where I was when I first awoke, I grasped my bearings and was able to mainstream a la toilette. Throughout the hours of 1:30am to 8am I prayed to the porcelain gods about every 15-30min ... it was NOT exactly how I pictured my first night in Paris! It does make for a great story though! :) As Boris has always said, "mon amie américaine est si romantique et pleine de suprises"... ahh I keep life interesting don't I?

That is all for now. I love and miss you all and will most likely be frantically contacting you in the near future to speak English with via Skype- SO DOWNLOAD IT NOW!!!
As we say in America xoxo or... in France bises