I had a job interview in Paris yesterday. N dropped me off at a different train station than I usually take, and so obviously I missed my train while running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to find somewhere to buy a ticket and then a separate place to validate said ticket...le sigh (kudos to A for coming up with that one). La Canadienne can't catch a break.
Missing the train added to my sense of urgency and determined not to be late I spent a good portion of my morning running around Paris in high heels. Along with the after effects of the previous day's abs and thighs class at the gym, I wasn’t doing so well! I don’t know how the women here do it. Thankfully I had some flip flops to change into. I need to buy some loafers (to wear sockless, bien sûr).
When I finished up, I went to Le Bon Marché to check out their food hall, La Grande Epicerie Paris. It was awesome. It’s a good thing N wasn’t there...I spent a loooong time there and in the end bought myself a little lunch. Missing the train got the day off to a strange start. I spent all afternoon lost. I guess there are worse places to be lost (ie Mexico - which has happened) so it could have been worse.
I had my first birthday away from home. We celebrated with a tarte au chocolat, which I might start buying to celebrate more things, N doing well on assignments, dinners with friends, Tuesdays etc. It was very nice hearing from so many of you, thank you very much! 
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