The plan today was I would go to the fabric shop in the
morning while Al went to French class, and then we would go to the Paris Aldi’s
to shop.
I went off to the fabric shop, after carefully reviewing my
map, and writing directions. When I got off the Metro I was disoriented. Turns out that not only do the streets change names every few blocks, there are also streets which have a
different name on each side. I got off
on the side with the unknown name. Back
to look at the map in the station and discover my error.
A trip to Marche Saint-Pierre (Arrondissement 18) reminded
me of the Garment District in New York. Trash on the streets. Vendors selling
things. I could have purchased a Rolex and Chanel #5 before I reached the
fabric store. A street lined with fabric stores, and bolts of fabric on display in
front of each store. Worthy of a day of exploring.
Saint-Pierre is 5 floors. Cottons are on the 0 floor. Clerks walk around carrying meter sticks to
cut a piece of your chosen fabric. I
bought no fabric, as I hadn’t looked in the other stores, and didn’t need
anything specific. The 1st
floor is linens. So many lovely
things. I purchased only an orange dish
towel with dogs for Amy and Drew- they love dogs and orange. Three more floors to explore.
As I left the store, I saw a man leaving a free-standing
toilette across the street. I walked
over with the intention of going in to use it.
He stopped me. Fortunately. He
explained that the toilette needed to be washed before I could enter. He showed me 4 lights by the door- enter, in
use, washing, and closed. As I stood by
the door, I heard sounds like a car wash- lots of water running, swishing, air
blowing. I was grateful for the warning,
as I had taken a shower before leaving home.
When I entered, I found it very clean and dry.
Time for lunch. Stopped at a place called “All
Chicken.” As usual the French continue
to impress me with the quality of everything I eat. I ordered a combination of a hamburger, 2
pieces of chicken, fries and a soda (6.5E).
The burger was excellent. Saved
the chicken and fries for Al for supper.
Back home to meet Al for our journey to Aldi’s. We had bad directions and ended up wandering
the streets of Arrondissement 18. At one
point, we stopped at a police station to ask directions. Three very polite officers lined up at the
front desk. Although frustrated, I kept
mocking myself, thinking “Oh poor me, lost in Paris forced to look at beautiful
buildings, and see all the people.”
Fortunately, we found a Metro station and made our way home.
We saw “White House Down” in the evening. Foreign films are often shown here in 2
versions- VO (Original version) and a dubbed French version. The VO has French subtitles. An entertaining film, just what we needed.
Plus an opportunity to learn a bit of French from the subtitles. Every cursing statement was subtitled “Mon
Dieu,” no matter what the actual words in English.
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