My recent Parisian getaway can be summed up in those 2 words. Ok, it wasn’t just buttery, it was also very enjoyable. However, if you were to guess what is flowing through my veins right now, you’d be wrong in thinking it’s my usual Italian nobility infused blue blood. The answer would be, once again, butter. It had slipped my mind what a delicious city Paris is, but we ate enough of it that I fear I can never forget it now.

Our hotel was in the perfect location for my obsession with le Centre Pompidou. The funniest thing about the room was the bathroom. It was so tiny that every time I bent over to brush my teeth, my butt would be opening the door. The shower was also so tiny that I would be constantly bumping the water control knobby thing so as to either scorch or freeze myself (fortunately it was usually more on the scorching side…). + the door to the shower either didn’t close or, if it closed, would have second thoughts about releasing you. And despite all this, and the uncomfortable bed, I’d still run back to this hotel.

We walked Paris left and right and high and low and we both enjoyed it. We were as lucky as being in Paris the first Sunday of the month, when all museums are free! So we did Musèe Rodin, Picasso and the Centre Pompidou all in one day (and lived to tell the story.). We did Musèe Marmottan the day before and then avoided all the other museums altogether. I would’ve liked to take Ben to Musèe d’Orsay, but we have to leave something for next time! I did manage to take him to the mosque to drink my favorite mint tea. It was a bittersweet experience, since the place is so crowded now you basically sit in layers. The tea was still good and minty fresh. Back when I used to go there *fumble* years ago, it was a nice, tranquil outing, not so much anymore (unless a rave is your idea of "quiet time").

We walked and walked and walked and saw a bunch of stuff. I looked for the one yarn store I had written down before going: La droguerie. We went there on Saturday afternoon and it was closing (who the heck closes a shop at 6.45pm?!). I returned on Monday morning and realized the shop opens at 2pm on Mondays(again, wth!?). I finally made it in and touched everything. HA! I’ll show you snooty Parisians trying to keep me away from your yarn shop! Everything was beyond expensive, but very colourful. I ended up buying some bamboo yarn mixed with some mohair so I can make a scarf. And a scarf and mittens kit. I also bought A LOT of Laine Mèche which I hope can be spun into yarn. It is white, so I may have to spin AND dye my own yarn. Hide your children, women, this is going to get messy!

Yesterday was our 5th wedding anniversary (is that wood? Paper? Butter, per chance?), which I spent complaining about how tired I was. And tired I am, let me tell you. I spend so much time worrying about not falling flat on my face and losing all of my teeth with every step I take, that at the end of the day I’m exhausted both physically and mentally. + the combination of cobblestone and wet didn’t help me any.

I would kill for a fresh croissant just about now.

Because Marlon Brando knew exactly what was going on when he reached out for that stick of butter…

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