Day 2: Lunch in the Marais

Trip Start Apr 27, 2014
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Trip End May 21, 2014


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Flag of France  , Île-de-France,
Tuesday, April 29, 2014

I knew the cleaning lady was coming at 9:30 am so I set my alarm for 7:45 am so that I could get my luggage and things out of her way.  I also wanted to shower and get dressed before her arrival.  I don't know what happened, but it was already 9:10 am when I managed to jump in the shower.  I was just drying off when I heard the intercom buzz.  I ran to answer it.  It was of course the cleaning lady and she was early.  She would be at my door within seconds.  What to do?  I hastily threw on my fashionable hot pink sweats and rushed to let her in. I have never had a professional clean my house before so I didn't quite know what to do with myself while she got to work.  I dumbly asked her if there was anything I could do to help.  She kindly declined and I slipped out to the balcony with my computer to wait things out.  Luckily, it was a beautiful, sunny morning.

Around 11:45, I left to meet Mr. Man-on-my-left (Hugh) from the plane and his brother, Martin at Café La Perle in the Marais. Hugh had picked this place out because it was where his son used to hang out all the time when he was a student in Paris.  Apparently, it becomes quite a hot spot late at night.  Hugh also pointed out that this was where John Galliano, a famous fashion designer, went on an infamous anti-Semitic tirade.  I remember seeing the story splashed all over the internet when it happened in 2011.  The café decor is rather unimpressive, but the waiter was very friendly and funny.  Even though the guys were ordering lunch, I wasn't very hungry so I just decided to get a coffee.  

 "Un crème, s'il vous plaît."/"An espresso with milk, please.", I said to the waiter.

"Oui, une crêpe."/"Yes, a crepe," I heard the waiter say.

"Non, pas une CRÊPE.  Un crème."/"No, not a crepe.  A crème," I corrected.

"Oui, une crêpe."/"Yes, a crepe," I heard him say again.

"CRÈME", I ennunciated.

"Oui, d'accord pas de crèpe.  Un café crème."/"Yes, ok no crepe.  A crème," the waiter said good naturedly.

A short time later, the waiter returned with everyone's orders.

"Et voilà, un café crêpe pour vous madame,"/"And here you go, a crepe coffee for you ma'am," he said with a laugh as he set down my coffee. For the rest of my time at La Perle, I would not hear the end of this teasing.
 
Talking with Hugh and Martin was very interesting.  They shared their views on the United States, France, the role of Britain in world history, world politics and their travels.  From time to time, they made snarky quips to each other as siblings often do.  I enjoyed their accents and humor.  Listening to them I couldn't help but feel I was on the set of "Top Gear".  As lunch drew to a close, they outlined their site seeing agenda for the rest of the day and we parted ways.  They wished me well in my classes and in return I wished them well in their remaining few days in Paris. 
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