Paris Day 3

I slept just about all day today. I'm not exactly sure why I was so tired but I had no trouble staying in bed until about 4pm (I did get up for breakfast though...can't miss that). Is it possible that I'm still jet lagged? I haven't been getting much rest, to be sure, but I've never been one to sleep this much. Weird.

Once I finally achieved full beauty rest status, it was game time. My taste for French food having deteriorated to sustenance level only, we went to have it taken down even lower at Le Petit Bofinger (excuse me, bow-fawn-ZHAY) in the Bastille area. Almost every French restaurant serves the same thing. It's time to move on to some ethnic food.

The Bastille area, on the other hand, paints a much different picture of Paris. The average group of pedestrians was much younger and much more diverse than most of what I had seen in the more touristy (read: expensive) areas of the city. The restaurants/shops/bars/general hangout areas were also WAY more chill. Kids were skating and filming without getting hassled by the cops. People could sit on the steps of the opera house and loiter without problem either. The whole area was a breath of fresh air.



Off to one side, I eye the crepe stand hungrily. Notice the bulging tummy. I finally got my fill. I'm always hungry here. Of all the things I miss, I miss healthy food the most. So what if I'm a hippy? At least I'm a healthy hippy. I also feel like I'm smoking a pack a day. France hasn't quite gotten around to that whole smoking ban thing.

When the opera got out, the geriatric audience all poured out and further mixed up the crowd. While it made for hilarious juxtaposition, it does make you wonder if interest in that kind of entertainment, even here in "culturally enlightened" Paris, is waning.