So my first day in Paris wasn't off to a great start... My flight was delayed, American Airlines broke one of my luggage so I ended up having to lift it everywhere, and then after having dragged my luggage through the streets of Paris and up two flights of stairs to my apartment, I decided that I needed a little nap before I go exploring. By the time I woke up, it was already midnight and the day was over... Oh well, I guess I needed to catch up on my sleep anyway.
My second day was off to a much better start. Having slept so much the night before, I woke up early and decided to venture out. Most places were not open yet but I like Paris in the morning - it was so quiet the city felt almost deserted. I walked by Pierre Herme, which is a 3-minute walk from my apartment, but it wasn't open until 10. I'll have to come back. I went to the famous Poilâne boulangerie (which I figured would be open early) and picked up some croissant, pain au chocolat, and apple tart. I was surprised no one was there - it shows you how early I was. Most places don't open until 10 so I decided to go back to the apartment first. I went back down to Pierre Herme shortly after 10 and there was already a line out the door. As we were standing there, tour bus after tour bus drove by us (I guess it's a busy street) and the people on the bus looked at us with longing eyes, some probably wondering why we were in line and the others wishing they were there with us. When I finally got in the door, I could see rows and rows of beautifully crafted desserts ahead of me. There were so many I want to try, but I didn't want to be greedy. After all, I'll be here for a month and the store is literally a few steps from where I live. Okay, I'll just take one of every flavor of the macarons then (there were ten different flavors ranging from jasmine to caramel). I also wanted the "secret" ice cream one, but they told me that they don't have that. Hmmm, you truly don't have it or did I not say the secret password right? I'll have to try again another day.
I needed to go get a SIM card for my cell phone so I decided to eat at a brasserie right across the street called Le Gueuze. It was pretty touristy but I sat outside with a view of the Pantheon so I can't really complain. I order Les Moules Payssant (mussels with wine, mushroom, and ham in cream sauce) and I couldn't believe how big it was. It was tasty although somewhat inconsistent (some mussels tasted great while others were quite bland).
In the afternoon, I wanted to find a café to people-watch (isn't that what everyone does in Paris?) and realized that finding an empty chair at a café on a Saturday afternoon in Paris is harder than finding parking space in Russian Hill in SF. OK, I don't need coffee that badly.
Alas, I have not forgotten my mission - even though I didn't get to sit down at a café, I've been people-watching ever since I arrived. It's too early for any conclusions yet, but so far I've definitely seen more good-looking men in Paris than in SF. When I first arrived, some really cute guy helped me push my luggage through the turnstiles (it was stuck), and then I ran into some model (I think) getting ready for a photo shoot. If I weren't dragging my luggage along, I for sure would have tried to get a picture of them!