26.01.2011 - 26.01.2011 5 °C
Daniela and I started off the day by meeting up at Porte de Clingnancourt, the very last stop on line 4 (my line). She had been to a great flea market (marche de puces) there, so she recommended it. It was raining a bit, which, for some reason, scared off the vendors. So no market. No problem. We went straight to Les Halles (rememer this? I went there a few days ago). First stop was Mim, that French "H&M" type store. Daniela got a shirt. I got some jewelry (I will go broke due to jewelry, I swear).
Then, we proceeded to go around the little shops. They were basically all the same. Shoes, jackets, tacky jewelry, and some clothing. We both ended up finding a pair of cheap shoes and scarves. Lots of these stores were actually run by asians. You can tell in the merchandise style, too, haha.
I was getting tired of the French Asian shopping, so I went back to my place to start running errands. First stop: La Poste. To finally send Marie's black fur gloves to her in Philly. I found an envelope that would fit the gloves, and proudly presented my ready-to-mail package to the guy at the kiosk. Except apparently, the envelope was for in-France only mail. Great. Guy told me I should've asked...All the Poste's big international envelopes were expensive, so I went to the nearby Monoprix (similar to Walgreens) and got a package of regular, large envelopes. Ok good, these were approved. So gloves, check.
Next, laundry. I hauled my laundry hampers a few steps out of my door. Thank goodness the Laundromat is right there. A pair of possibly Algerian men were in there, drinking beer. At 5pm. I guess this is what you do when you're waiting with a friend for your laundry to finish. (Everyone who is mildly freaking out at the moment...stop...it was a lit, big laundromat and no one was going to rape me in it. Maybe next time I'll wait until people are gone, but I really needed underwear). When they saw that I looked lost (it's not a coin in the slot kind of laundromat), they laughed and helped me out. Except that they were watching when I put in my laundry. So I told them to look away when it came to my...private stuff! Laundry, check.
Proceeding...David. I had to look up contact info for Birthright France. Found the website and just an email address. Added David on facebook and sent him the info. He'll be back in 3 weeks and we agreed to meet up at the Lions Bar again. Now, it was homework time. Remember when I went to the Sacre Coeur and Moulin Rouge with Daniela? So now it was actually time to do the homework part of it. Find info about it and write coherent paragraphs that I will say to the class. But that will probably be on Monday, because tomorrow our teacher is taking us to the Marais for falafel and all the other good stuff. And Friday no class except for the Negocia business school orientation. Oh, and I got an email from the tourism bureau where I was interested in interning asking for an interview Friday. Amanda, the academic coordinator from IES, will handle the rescheduling part because of Negocia. Good! I hope I'll do well in the interview. Though I really am hoping that Credit Agricole will allow me to have a chance at an interview, too.
At 8pm, Emi and I met up at my metro station (Alesia). We, Daniela, Jenny, and Sam were meeting at the Tapas del Toro bar with our Canadian friend Lee (not Henri, as I though before. Hard to hear in a bar sometimes) to watch some Spanish soccer teams go at it. Barely watched the soccer teams. Eveyrone had beer, but I decided on a good pina colada. Fitting. Vanessa, Lee's friend from Couch Surfers, invited two of her French friends to come, too. Florence and Frank. They were super nice. Too nice, even. Then, I found out that they weren't Parisians hahaha! They were from Nord pas de Calais, all the way up north by the ocean, right across from England. Country people. I like. Maybe I'll go to Calais to visit them. If there's a Chabad. They were doubtful, but I'll do my research.