Some of my friends got invited to a little soirée by a charming Parisian tour guide who plays in a bossa nova band, so they kindly brought me along. We ate cheese and drank wine, and then the bossa nova boys began playing for us. I couldn't believe my ears, or my eyes, or any of my senses really. There I was, my third night in Paris, in a little Parisian apartment with some rather 'hip' people (coming from art school this is my comfort zone), listening to these charming fellas play Brazilian music, and I was completely immersed in the moment. It was simply and absolutely surreal. A touch cliché and total affirmation that indeed, French men are charmers and are completely aware of it, but pretty cool nonetheless.
Apart from that, I moved into my apartment! It's a super adorable studio in a great area. Big windows, spacious, safe, fully functional kitchen and washroom, the whole lovely shebang. I've explored my neighbourhood and gotten myself settled a bit. I found the right store to go to for toilet paper (hallelujah) and coffee and other necessities. I invited my friends over for dinner last night and we had a really nice time. I made guacamole but forgot to buy hot sauce, so I tried putting in some actual hot pepper I had picked up. It was delicious and I may just never go back to using hot sauce. A fun little discovery totally unrelated to Paris but I thought I'd share anyway.