Sunday, February 27, 2011

I really wanted to put some pictures in this post but I'm using Ginger's roommate's computer so can't upload them from my camera.  Anyway, here is what I hope will be a quick summary of my lovely weekend in Paris:

I arrived Friday after a miraculously punctual train ride.  Met Ginger at the metro stop, lots of hugging ensued, then we got coffee and came back to have dinner with her roommates and some awesome Belgian girls who are visiting for Ginger's roommate's birthday.

Saturday, we went to a Senegalese restaurant that we found on the internet and had a great nostalgic Senegalese lunch, (chebujen and yassa, for anyone who's wondering), then we went to this African neighborhood to peruse the Senegalese grocery stores, fish stores, and fabric shops.  It was really cool and chaotic and we heard lots of wolof and saw lots of products that reminded us of Senegal.
It started raining so we headed back to the metro and decided it was too early to go home so we went to the Mosquée de Paris.  We walked around the inside which was gorgeous, and then visited the mosque's tea room to have turkish coffee and pastries.  After that we got some wine and cheese and went back to Ginger's apartment to help get ready for her roommate's birthday party, where we met a bunch of foreign (mostly German) students who study in Paris.

Today, we got up and made coffee, then went to the Marais neighborhood to have the best falafel in Paris.  It did actually live up to all the hype, it was probably the best falafel sandwich I've ever eaten.  Details for Mom--it had falafel and hummus inside and also white and purple cabbage, tomatoes, grilled eggplant, white sauce, and spicy red sauce on top.  Miammmm...

After the falafel we walked to the Cluny museum where I finally got to see the unicorn tapestries, after waiting 5 years to do so since the first time I was in France.  So that was pretty great.  We even got to go for free since we're under 26 and reside in the European Union.  We got coffee then came back to Ginger's neighborhood to walk in the park and peruse a used bookstore, and then came back to relax for the evening.  Now there are less than 12 hours until I board my plane to Berlin!

1 comment:

  1. So the prism of time and distance have made Senegalese food wonderful and nostalgic. I remember when you came home from Senegal and didn't want to eat Senegalese food ever again. Isn't it great how our raw experiences are shaped, mellowed, and polished by time and memory.

    xoxo Mommy Dearest

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