It's 1:30 in the morning and we just got back about 15 min ago, so you'll have to forgive the bullets, but I'm pretty sure I can't form a cohesive sentence. Also, the sheet lack of comments on our posts is making us think that you are not living vicariously through us but rather hating our bitchy guts right now, so I'm trying not to piss you all off even more!
- I slept like a log. Including through mrs. Figby showering AND Blowdrying.
- Bfast at cafe was cruchy and oh so buttery
- started the day with culture at the Picasso Museum. It was fabulous.
- saw the strangest human being EVER: I say it was a woman, Figby is convinced it was a man, 100% covered in tattoos, with plexi tubes sticking out of his/her nose, ears and hands.....
- a jolt of coffee was consumed in the museum coourtyard, which was fab, before we discovered the lovely streets of Le Marais, which are chock-full of tiny boutiques, where Mr.s Figby shopped a lot and I shopped a little. (that's a recurring theme BTW)
- lunch one block from La Bastille in one of the most reknown and oldest Brasseries in Paris. We were after the lunch crowd (socialites like us enjoy lunch after 2:30 you see) and we had the place to ourselves. We had the most sinful scalloped potatoes and cheese appetizer, and a duck breast that was so DIVINE, we both almost died on the first bite. And it was just lunch, and it wasn't even expensive.
- A quick hop back on the metro and we squeezed every possible minute out of the remainder of the opening hours at Galleries Lafayette, where I did a small amount of damage (mostely for the girls, but a tiny bit for me).
- Mrs. Figby's love of all things grey is rubbing off on me.... you'll have to wait to see pics, since I don't have a computer to upload to.
- after relieveing ourselves of our packages at the hotel, we hopped back into the now familiar metro and headed straight for the champs elises
- Dinner and a show: watching very sexy riot policemen get ready to deal with a rowdy crowd of Portuguese soccer fans...
- Sex and The City, in english, in Paris,
- midnight shopping at Sephora, which is the only thing opened that late (other than bars).
- Sephora also included a show, as when we walked in, the staff was all standing on the counter and dancing gogo-style to the music blaring into the store... it ended 2 minutes later, but it was quite surreal
We were out so late, the metro was closed and we had to find a way to hail a cab, which it turns out is impossible on the Champs Elysees after midnight - all occupied. Thankfully, a nice concierge from a near by hotel resuced us, and now we are tucked safely in bed, about to get rest to attack tomorrow: VERSAILLES! And Le Printemps. And many more tiny boutiques....
Oh no my friend, I'm living vicariously I assure you. I cannot wait for pictures.
And I must know. How do French women *really* dress? And are they really more sexy and thin then their USA counterparts?
Posted by: susan | June 11, 2008 at 08:26 PM
Don't worry, we are all sitting back here waiting for updates from both of you....drooling on ourselves with jealousy!
Posted by: Stacey T | June 11, 2008 at 08:36 PM
I need a nap just reading about your day!!lol Enjoy, can't wait to read more.
Julie
Posted by: Julie | June 11, 2008 at 08:43 PM
Oui Oui a bit jealous but not hating your "bichy" guts (all said in a snotty French accent);}
Posted by: Beverly | June 11, 2008 at 09:14 PM
sorry forgot the "t"
Posted by: Beverly | June 11, 2008 at 09:20 PM
Yep, living vicariously...and hating your guts a bit too if I'm being honest :0) Love the Picasso museum, definitely an inspiring place, no? What did you think of the movie? Sounds like a splendid day, can't wait to see some pics.
Posted by: Bobbi Jo | June 11, 2008 at 10:13 PM
Sure sounds like you are both having a grand time!
Posted by: Susan | June 11, 2008 at 10:22 PM
Living vicariously through you? You bet!!! At Versailles, have a croque-monsieur at La Flotille, by the canal, and on the terrasse if the weather is nice: it's absolutely lovely! And don't miss the Domaine de Marie-Antoinette: it's one of my favorite parts of Versailles.
Posted by: Nat | June 11, 2008 at 10:36 PM
lunch one block from La Bastille in one of the most reknown and oldest Brasseries in Paris
you ate in a bra.....sorry, had to say it...i amlow class as you can tell
Posted by: kris | June 11, 2008 at 11:26 PM
It sounds wonderful...
Posted by: wendy | June 11, 2008 at 11:41 PM
I've been reading your blog and Paris sounds a bit different without a 3 year-old in tow. I'd love to go with Hubby or with a girlfriend. Was this the guy you saw: http://www.anomalies-unlimited.com/Catman.html ?
Posted by: Katie J | June 12, 2008 at 08:54 AM
The food, the sites, the shopping, OH MY! I thought I was jealous of the crunchy buttery breakfast, then the cheese & scalloped potatoes - I'm ready for lunch... in PARIS!!!
Hope you're having fun in Versaille.
Posted by: Elizabeth | June 12, 2008 at 11:01 AM