Just as I promised myself, I set an alarm clock and head out bright and early. Something about this day that felt like the first day here. Crossing the line between visiting and living. Nothing like a little fitness time to put things in perspective. I had researched the perfect place the night before. I wanted it to be as close as possible and fit for running. It’s been my experience that it’s gotta be super convenient or I make up a million excuses. It’s hard enough not riding the elevator down to the gym like at home. But I guess you just have to want it that much more and I totally do. The walking is great but it doesn’t do anything for muscle tone besides wicked hot calves.
What I found was Jardin d’Eole, admittedly not in the best part of town but had everything I needed. A track around the perimeter and some super steep steps to run up and down. There was only one other person running and she showed up an hour after I arrived. I was starting to get a complex. I didn’t want these people to think I was a lunatic. I’m starting to feel like that’s what people think of a gal running round and round in circles like a hamster on crack. I can’t blame them.
From there to explore my new hood and get some more whifs of the glorious spice smells all about. I’m not one to dine alone but I’m lining up a companion and a spot for the future. Watch out Safia! I got my eye on you. Then to my Chateau Paris to earn my keep and feast on a well deserved lunch. I forgot how hungry working out makes you!
Camilla and I made plans to meet up at her gorgeous casita in the Marais and prep for a drink on the town. We listened to some awesome tunes and guzzled down some Rose. Then to Candelaria. We were super bummed that the kitchen was closed and that the bar was full of people keeping very closely to themselves. This is common in Paris. People don’t go out to meet other people, they go out to chill with their friends. In the US, going out is so much more of a social experience. It’s almost as though, if you don’t have a conversation with at least one stranger, you a minus well be a hermit. 
So then to ChaCha, we waited at the door for a long while while Frenchie after Frenchie went in. We were told it was a private party and if we minded waiting just 5 minutes. So we did and then inside realized it was slam packed with youngens and people who clearly didn’t know each other. Private party my ass! I think what they meant was “Frenchies only but if you wait long enough we will let you in.” Lol…we waited at the bar for a while and then decided this was also not our scene. I’d been there before and had a great time, I’m sure I will again. But perhaps an awesome place and a great party is a bit much to ask for on a Tuesday night. We cut our loses and head to my all time favorite French Onion soup spot. We enjoyed the rest of the evening with a bottle of wine and yummy snacks. Sweet, sweet success!
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