coooool day
Got up early-ish and went into Paris. First I stopped off at Le Bon Marche to check out the knitting department. It was wonderful. I got a bit ripped off though, I spent the equivalent of about £6 on a ball of wool that normally costs me £4.25, but look at them... they're so beautiful...
Then I took the Metro to Barbes-Rochechouart and struggled my way through the crazy-hectic market. A guy at the very first stall offered me some melon. I bought a bag for €10 that I've been meaning to buy since I was last here.
I had to head back to Place de Clichy for the bus home, so I made my way on foot. First I stopped for a cheese and ham pancake in the cafe at the bottom of the Sacre Coeur, then I saw some guys doing capeoira outside so I filmed them for Pablo, cos he does it. Then when I stopped to watch some weird living statue woman a guy called Camera from Senegal latched onto me and made me a friendship bracelet (there's always a lot of guys doing that there). I didn't mind, it's quite cool and we had a nice chat where I got to practise my French, worth a couple of euros.
I needed a haircut and eventually found this place in a quiet street that looked deserted, except for a woman listening to classical music. She was lovely, the place was also a kinda hippy therapy place and I got a gorgeous head and neck massage too. She'd lived in London and had been trained by Vidal Sassoon. She talked about how she misses Marks and Spencer and had to keep nipping upstairs because she was in the middle of making jam.
Further along on my way back to Place de Clichy, I came to an oirish pub that had a blackboard outside advertising Liverpool v Derby at 4pm. Lo and behold it was spot on 4pm! So I watched the first half with a coffee. It was 2-0 when I left, it ended 6-0.
When I got home I played Pro Evo Football and Lego Star Wars on the Playstation with Pablo. Michele went out for the evening so I gave him his tea and put him to bed. He was pretty well behaved - in fact if he was too well behaved I wouldn't like him as much. We had a play fight just before he went to bed, and he kept running into my room and farting on my pillow. What a kid!
Then I took the Metro to Barbes-Rochechouart and struggled my way through the crazy-hectic market. A guy at the very first stall offered me some melon. I bought a bag for €10 that I've been meaning to buy since I was last here.
I had to head back to Place de Clichy for the bus home, so I made my way on foot. First I stopped for a cheese and ham pancake in the cafe at the bottom of the Sacre Coeur, then I saw some guys doing capeoira outside so I filmed them for Pablo, cos he does it. Then when I stopped to watch some weird living statue woman a guy called Camera from Senegal latched onto me and made me a friendship bracelet (there's always a lot of guys doing that there). I didn't mind, it's quite cool and we had a nice chat where I got to practise my French, worth a couple of euros.
I needed a haircut and eventually found this place in a quiet street that looked deserted, except for a woman listening to classical music. She was lovely, the place was also a kinda hippy therapy place and I got a gorgeous head and neck massage too. She'd lived in London and had been trained by Vidal Sassoon. She talked about how she misses Marks and Spencer and had to keep nipping upstairs because she was in the middle of making jam.
Further along on my way back to Place de Clichy, I came to an oirish pub that had a blackboard outside advertising Liverpool v Derby at 4pm. Lo and behold it was spot on 4pm! So I watched the first half with a coffee. It was 2-0 when I left, it ended 6-0.
When I got home I played Pro Evo Football and Lego Star Wars on the Playstation with Pablo. Michele went out for the evening so I gave him his tea and put him to bed. He was pretty well behaved - in fact if he was too well behaved I wouldn't like him as much. We had a play fight just before he went to bed, and he kept running into my room and farting on my pillow. What a kid!