Vente Fromage with Yogurt, S'il Vous Plait!

Simply Market's got some nerve.

American Freak Flag - Starbucks Style

I couldn't help myself. On Sunday, I totally flew my American freak flag and not only purchased Starbucks Christmas Blend coffee beans (happiness in a bag!), but also bought a tall latte and proceeded to walk around Paris drinking it. outside. in a to-go cup.  La honte!  

For you Americans this doesn't seem weird at all. But let me tell you how many Frenchies walk around with Starbucks to-go cups in hand: ZERO.  Carrying a Starbucks cup is like wearing a neon sign that says, "Why hello there! I'm a foreigner!". Perhaps I should have just worn an American flag cape with sparkles on it, you know, to blend in a bit better.

American Fridays with Gertrude and Alice

Oh la la, I did it again - I had an American Friday at Starbucks.  Only this time, I got all intellectual and stuff.  I blame the new lunettes.

It was a rainy day in Paris yesterday - the perfect kind of day for a hot mug of something and a good book...

Despite my best efforts at reading an actual book, I was over this one before I even finished my latte (in a for-here mug I must point out! - so eco, that Cannes Cannes).  Gertrude Stein tries to make the book read how Alice B. Toklas actually spoke.  I just have to say right here and now, I could never have been friends with Alice! The woman can't finish a thought to save her life. 

I contemplated leaving the book in Starbucks, but then didn't want a good samaritan to come running after me with "the book I forgot".  As I walked around Les Halles later that day, I couldn't help but look around for spots to "donate" my book.  Then I thought that might be considered littering and thought better of it...

The book is now with me here in my mini-appartement taking up precious space, which in all honesty, makes me even more irritated at Gertrude. Not only did I have to lug a book I'll never read around Les Halles, but now Ms Stein's writing is using up part of my 28.85 meters squared.  Merde. 

Un Après-Midi Parfait à Paris

I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but last Friday, after my swimming session at la piscine, I bought Elle, got a latte and a cinnamon roll, and parked it on la terrasse...trop bien.  Sometimes I just have to own being American, and Friday was that day :-)