The Long Overdue Vacation: Day 12 – I’m Ashamed to Admit Today Happened
We made plenty of bad decisions throughout the trip, but today’s itinerary might have taken the cake. It was our last day in Paris, and none of us had gotten anything for the people back home yet (Confession, in Barcelona, we got all our souvenirs at the Girona airport as we were waiting to board for France). Since we pretty much checked off our must-see list and then some in the past week, all we had left to do was shop. Ezeibe was still recovering, so I decided to go with Alan to Galeries Lafayette, which was a few bus stops from our apartment.
This was a horrible idea, to go to the biggest, most luxurious shopping complex in Paris only a few days after Christmas. We should have learned our lesson at the Champs l’Elysee a few days ago, where the sidewalk was overflowing with shoppers. The sidewalks were twice as small, and the crowds were ten times bigger. It was a mess.
Somewhat undeterred, we ducked into Galeries Lafayette to find the food section. There was some type of butter my family wanted that I never did find, but the food part of this mega-store was out of control. Imagine a Whole Foods in a department store, but the selection is fancier. It’s true, there’s a fancier grocery store out there than Whole Foods, and it’s in Paris. This place had an aisle devoted to gourmet jams, multiple chocolate and dessert kiosks, and a spice aisle that was neverending. Aisles devoted to just olive oil. It was crazy. It seemed to have every type of butter made in France EXCEPT the one I was looking for. I won’t hold it against them, the food section was amazing. I got lost multiple times trying to find Alan amongst all the food and ingredients. There were multiple mini-restaurants where you can sit down and just eat the food from the kiosks around you: sushi, chocolate, bread, meat, everything. Then I found Alan together we proceeded to get lost and claustrophobic in the rest of the store. Again, this was a bad day for two dudes to attempt shopping. Some notes in our journey:
- This place was selling some high end fashion. I don’t know how you women do it, but I could never pay that much for a LV bag.
- There was an art gallery in the department store. Because why not?
- You know at the mall how you can look up from the ground floor and see everyone shopping about on the other floors? Imagine a department store the size of a mall with the same effect and you have Galeries Lafayette.I felt like I was in the middle of an ant hill, except the ant hill is made out of gold.
After that, Alan and I quickly retreated home very exhausted, shell-shocked, and unfortunately, a bit empty-handed. Ezeibe was in a chippier mood, as he was heading off to dinner with a friend from work who just happened to live in Paris. Whatever Ezeibe.
Since it was back to my day, I made the decision to go eat by the Latin Quarter, as it was one of the main districts/neighborhoods we kind of ignored thus far. This would give us at least a passing glance of Notre Dame as well. Alan decided on a vegetarian restaurant closeby to the cathedral. Before you accuse of being all yuppy, this place was divine. I don’t even like tomatoes, but I downed my entree which was a tofu stuffed tomato. This was some pretty spectacular food and it was a full three course fancy meal for only 17 euros. While we kind of missed the mark most of the other days of the week, at least our first and last dinner were exciting, affordable, and memorably delicious. This restaurant nearly made me want to convert to vegetarian. The only not-so-cool thing about this restaurant was that it was again tiny, and very, very, intimate. You would think this place was couples-only, as there were only couples and seating for two per table. This made Alan and I extremely uncomfortable. A nice restaurant and ambiance to take a girlfriend, certainly not a dude friend.
No real pictures from today, except for Notre Dame Cathedral. I thought this was a pretty good nightshot.
The Latin Quarter was as expected. Just lots of narrow alleys and streets full of restaurants and souvenirs. As we strolled the streets, Alan and I were happy we decided on a restaurant and ate dinner before going into the Latin Quarter, because we would’ve wandered aimlessly and passive aggressively for DAYS in that area trying to find the right restaurant. We were prepared for the pushy restauranteurs because of the practice from the pushy sex shop owners the night before.
Notre Dame was still pretty awesome. We couldn’t go in or anything as it was already closed, but we got our requisite blurry night shows of the place.
Other than that, we retired early that night. Alan and I, rather than being sensible and buy nice wine from Galeries Lafayette, decided to stop in the only open bodega nearby our apartment and buy some cheap bottles of wine to bring back home.
So looking back at what I just wrote on how we spent the day, I just realized I totally had a full-on date with Alan…That’s kind of uncomfortable to think about.
And dick never did call me back. I thought we had a connection too…