One of the first pleasant surprises I discovered in my time living overseas was one of the hardest to relinquish when it was time to come back home. It was a simple concept, one that was everything and nothing at the same time. It made social interaction more interesting, and made it a hell of a lot easier to get coveted attention from the fairer sex.
The day started taking the metro to the north of Paris, to a sleepy area nestled behind Sacre Coeur. I met a friend for lunch, the food being a textbook example of what makes the little things in Paris so wonderful. It was just penne pasta with some rotisserie chicken in a cream sauce, but every part of it was just so. damn. good. Continue reading Paris : Day 3 – Smelling the Roses