Day 34 of 78: So fancy. Have we met?

I may have bitten more than I can chew on this one. I took a 30 minute walk to the Sacre Coeur, energized, determined and in my tight little gym clothes. I get there to find crowds of people. It’s early!! What the heck. You guys should be sleeping. These tourists quite obviously aren’t staying out long enough.  My workout buddy ditches me. You knew who you are!! Rrrrrr… Having made it all this way, I decide “What the heck. I don’t know these people.” And so begins my 45 minute workout up and down the steps, steep, wanna die steps. I was huffing and puffing like a panting child  knee deep in a tantrum. Had I gone any longer I would have surely foamed at the mouth. Sexy. Stew on that for a bit. If your workouts are glamorous, you’re doing something wrong. 

Back to my casita to get ready for an evening in the park; Buttes Chaumont with the cutest mother daughter duo, Safia and Apple. We made a picnic, chat it up for hours, laid in the grass and soaked up the sun as we watched Apple work the crowd. She’s just 3 and a half with social skills like I’ve never seen. Totally uninhibited, she bounces about from kid to kid, making it up as she goes along and filling the park with laughter. So much fun to watch. 

I finish up my work and race out the door to meet up with Camilla. We head to Candelaria to get things fired up. We ended up meeting tons of people from all over Canada, Spain, a Parisian or two and even Miami! The sexy bartender happens to also be from Miami. Sexy and Miami go hand in hand. It’s decided. He thinks up drinks for us to try and even sets up a vermouth tasting for us, complete with shots of 4 different types from all over the world. I had no idea. I just assumed it all tasted like ass. Not so, my friends. It can be floral, herby, aromatic goodness. 

My stunning counterpart.

 We aquire an invite complete with a loaner black card to a members only club underneath the Louis Vuitton store on the Champs Elysess, Chez Raspoutine (click here for a youtube video sample). Now this is what I’m talking about! A chance to see the Parisian nightlife that I had envisioned. The place was gorgeous, burning red, chandeliers, complete with DJ’s dancing crowds and men in suits. Reminded me of Glass at the Forge in Miami Beach. They even had a bathroom attendant, first I’ve seen here. It reminded me of home. 

Then to Le Baron. I’ve been hearing everyone talk about this ubber posh, impossible to get into spot. Apparently Sofia Coppola and Bjork are fans. Plenty good enough for me. It had been closed for August like most of the best places, from what I hear. Clearly on our game and in the best of company, we walk right in. Am I gloating? Yes. It’s silly and the thrill wears off at some point but it’s fun to play the game sometimes. The drinks were delicious, the crowd was hot and dancing it up like rock stars. It was everything that was promised. Starting to regain confidence in the Parisian Nightlife. I hope I haven’t peaked.