On my last day in Paris my host gave to me…
A way awesome place to visit off the traditional tourist beaten path… and I don’t even know what it’s called haha. Instead of a visit to Versailles, I opted to sleep in and then go see some “real” Paris through suggestions from my couchsuring host, Paulin. He’s got great taste, so I thought I would check them out. (You may be thinking, uh why didn’t you go to Versailles, one of the most beautiful palaces in the country? Because I was tired okay. Besides, you can’t fit everything into one trip anyways. I’m learning that more and more. I will just have to come back.)
So off I go. And I’m going to give you, my loyal followers, just how to get there JUST IN CASE you are ever in Paris and want your mind blown. Take the 7 line on the Metro up to the “Crimee” stop. I know, this might scare you because it is very similar to an English word that you don’t want to be involved with. Once you get out of the metro, you may think you’re in a shady part of town. You may or may not be right, but stop off at the patisserie on the corner and buy you some delicious comfort food and move on. Then take that street all the way down until you run into some apartment buildings. Turn left. Keep walking until you probably hear music. That’s Rue de Crimee and turn left on Rue Curial. Not that that’ll mean anything since Europe likes to play the game of, “let’s never label any streets.” You will walk past a supermarket and then this space will be on your right.
Pause. Michaella, you are taking us into a shady region and we don’t even know why. Oh yes. There is a space where street performers can go to practice. It is absolutely free to watch, and they don’t even ask for money, since they are just practicing. It is kind of like a circus. There are jugglers in one corner, a girl practicing what will be a flaming baton but without the flames in another, and break dancers everywhere. I was in love. It was a playground for my eyes. I stayed for a few hours and was never bored. Also, there is some thrift shoppng around the space for those of us who do that. As a bonus, right outside there was a HUGE decorated skull- a moving piece of art.
Oh and, as always, my food. I had a traditional Parisian food for lunch called a croque monsiuer.
And my “comfort food” as I mentioned above… I don’t even remember what it is called.
Okay okay. NOW FOR PICS OF THE COOLEST THING IN PARIS!
I realize that this slightly just looks like a picture of a guy laying on the ground and another one falling down. While I can’t put the video directly into this post, I uploaded it to YouTube so you can follow this link!:
That should work. However, I’ve never done this before, so please leave a comment if it doesn’t!
Finally, I made it out to a nightclub in Paris. Paulin was nice enough to invite me out with his friends. We went to a club called “The Rex.” It was a crazy night out filled with a lot of techno music. Also, all his friends were very kind and spoke to me in English and helped me feel included.
I didn’t actually sleep at all last night… I had to leave the club early in order to catch my train. I got back to Paulin’s flat at about 5:30 am, took a shower, grabbed my bag, and caught my train. Then I took a beautiful train ride through the Alps to get to Salzburg. My first all nighter in quite a while, I’m just glad I made it!
Thanks for sticking through til the end. As a special “treat” here’s what I had for dinner, yes dinner, last night. Being a fake adult rules.
At dinner I sat next to two of the nicest Scottish girls in Paris. I ended up talking to them for a few hours, and was very pleased to make their aquaintance. Turns out, I am starting to break out of my shell a little bit more. When you hear people speaking English you know they will understand you. Haha.
Sante!
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