Walking back to the hotel from a cafe at midnight with my roomate, we were approached by two French hipsters, looking pale and pretentiously scuzzy in indie rock shirts which you know cost a minimum 30 euros. They came up and asked us for directions... IN FRENCH.
Seriously. I got asked for directions. In the Marais- this is like the Soho/Greenwich Village of Paris- by hipsters. As in, I looked like I was French, knew what I was doing, and knew my way around the Marais.
I CAN DIE HAPPY!
1 comment:
you cannot die happy over THAT!
it must happen to you on every continent and every major metropolitan city in the world first...and hopefully that will not be for a long, long time! so enjoy being a frenchgirl, relish in the moment!
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