American in Paris...part 1

I arrived yesterday, while it seemed that I would have the whole day to explore, really, I didn't. 

I'm staying in the Les Halle's area, which is in the 1st arrondissement of Paris. From there I walked to the 6th. Which is only just across the river. However I did manage to walk 16,651 steps/ 8.92 miles/ 14.355 km. Due to a bit exhaustion, I really only slept about three hours on the over-night plane, and that; "OMG, what have I done?!" Feeling started to settle in. I simply wasn't in the mood to start celebrating that I have chosen this path in life.

My food choices were less than sub-par, so much so, that I hardly remember what I ate. Just the thought of maybe a buritto would be good in the center of Paris really should make anyone question my real intention, or right to live here. But those who know me, also know that my food choices are really horrible. (I was the one who ordered eggplant paramagian pizza for a lunch at work, among other pizzas that I thought sounded interesting, but I didn't have the thought to order a regular pizza, because I don't really eat pizza. Even in Itay. Some people went hungry that day, and four-five years later it was still a running joke at work.)

My goal for today was to check out a few neighborhoods that people have told me I would want to live in. And try to get to a grocery of some sort, so that I could get a better idea of how much food is going to be. Since I'd been to the 6th, I need to get to 9, 10 and 11. I quickly found a great fruit shop, where I filled my bag with fruit, nuts, and vegetables for some of the week. I'm in an apt/hotel, so I have a very economic kitchen. It's actually more efficient than my apartment in Brooklyn. 

I quickly realized, while I had 'set out for the day.' It really made sense for me to come back to the hotel and drop off the groceries. There is no way I could have walked around all day like that; even a bag lady like myself!

Back at the hotel I got in the elevator with another guest. We both said 'Bonjour' to each other. He was getting off on the 4th floor, but the elevator stopped at 3, and I pressed the button to close the door, and then he got out on 4; and said, 'have a nice day.' In English! Is it so obvious from the way I say Bonjour? My impatience with the door? Or is it because I have on Nike Running shoes? I know, I am embarrassed myself, but I couldn't bring myself to wear the same shoes as yesterday, and the rest I brought are really work shoes. C'est la vie. This makes me think that if John Berger were to do another book in his series, it could be called On Being. He could pontificate on what it is like to experience situations you have read about, or seen in movies, but how it differs to when you are actually experiencing it. (Feels a little like a movie though)...that will have to get explored further in other posts. 

I did manage to get to the 9th arrondissement, walked for a short time, and took the metro to the 5th also known as the Latin Quarter, adjacent to the 6th. The majority of the photos below are from there, and is currently where I think I would like to live....

My feet were burning up...but I needed to keep going... 

My feet were burning up...but I needed to keep going... 

Jardin des Plantes  

Jardin des Plantes  

Part of the Museum of Natural History...I think...it said Zoologie on the building... 

Part of the Museum of Natural History...I think...it said Zoologie on the building... 

A hotel for Bee's! 

A hotel for Bee's! 

La Grande Mosquee de Paris This looks like a pool to jump into, but it is only tile!  

La Grande Mosquee de Paris

This looks like a pool to jump into, but it is only tile!  

I remembered why I don't like wearing sneakers. And I was lucky to find a store open on Sunday, and having a sale. Feeling slightly more Parisisn I allowed myself to assimilate more buy sitting outside at a cafe and enjoyed a sorbet for as long as I wanted.  

I remembered why I don't like wearing sneakers. And I was lucky to find a store open on Sunday, and having a sale. Feeling slightly more Parisisn I allowed myself to assimilate more buy sitting outside at a cafe and enjoyed a sorbet for as long as I wanted.  

I never made it back to the 10th or 11th arrondissement, because I was full of everything in the 5th and 6th!

Apparently these feet walked 21,516 steps/ 11.61 miles/ 18.684 km...but who's counting!