22.9.12

Paris - The birthplace of the metro-sexual man?

The word metrosexual generally refers to a man that can be both masculine and feminine without being gay. A metrosexual man is normally manly and works on cars but at the same time is interested in art, fashion and even celebrity gossip. Basically...most European males (especially in France and Italy).

According to Urban Dictionary you may be metrosexual if you do any of the following things:


1. You just can't walk past a fashion store without making a purchase.

2. You own 20 pairs of shoes, half a dozen pairs of sunglasses, just as many watches and you carry a man-purse.

3. You see a stylist instead of a barber, because barbers don't do highlights.

4. You can make her lamb shanks and risotto for dinner and Eggs Benedict for breakfast... all from scratch.

5. You only wear Calvin Klein boxer-briefs.

6. You shave more than just your face. You also exfoliate and moisturize.

7. You would never, ever own a pickup truck.

8. You can't imagine a day without hair styling products.

9. You'd rather drink wine than beer... but you'll find out what estate and vintage first.

10. Despite being flattered (even proud) that gay guys hit on you, you still wouldn't be intimate with a man.

"Some people think he's gay, but he's actually metrosexual."

I honestly believe it might be David Beckham who created this term when he started wearing sarongs and nail varnish a few years ago...making it not only okay, but perfectly acceptable for a straight man to be incredibly feminine...and why not?

There is only one, tiny problem I have with men being metrosexual in Paris; it is almost impossible to tell who is gay and who is straight (and no I'm not joking, I wish I was). It doesn't help that my gay-dar is absolutely terrible. Luckily I have some friends who are much more 'in tune' than I am but sometimes even they get it wrong. It's so difficult to know in Paris because a man having feminine qualities is the norm. In England being a 'lad' means showing as much masculinity as possible; drinking beer, burping, generally being bolshy, referring to how "fit" girls are and using the words "bang a bird" instead of making love to a woman. Here in Paris it's the total opposite. Even in the metro one day, whilst I was looking at the map, a man came over to tell me he wanted to faire l'amour with me (make love) and he was a total stranger (oh how romantic and creepy at the same time). My point is even when they don't know you they are still more delicate with their words. Now, I hate to be cynical and I first I did appreciate it but sometimes it just gets to a point where you want to say "HEY! CAN THE REAL STRAIGHT MEN PLEASE STAND UP???"

I have a friend, who will remain anonymous for obvious reasons, who up until very recently I was entirely convinced was gay. I've known him for about a year but generally his taste in music, dress sense, behaviour with me, general attitude and even his laugh made me come to the conclusion that he was, in fact, gay, Now I never voiced this opinion because I don't think it's at all necessary but thank bloody bananas I didn't. Obviously it turns out he isn't gay and I was way off par with that one. Not only is he interested in women but it's now become apparent he might be interested in me...and all my girl-friends are saying "Oh but you knew he liked you...right?" NEWSFLASH  I thought he liked men. It just goes to show you can never ever be sure, even after a year of knowing someone their sexuality can still surprise you.

The other thing that I find difficult to accept is MAN BAGS. I actually wrote a note to my friend Jerry from the Mazet when I saw he had a man-purse. It read "Dear Jerry. I thought we were friends. Then I saw your man bag." He laughed and kept the note not realising that I was, of course, entirely serious (love ya Jerry). Here in France it is entirely acceptable to have a man-bag. It is not fashionable for men to have all their keys, their wallet, their cigarettes and other things in their pockets so consequently some stupid designer decided to create a handbag for men. I hate them. I'm sorry if you're reading this and you own one but I hate them. I like the big bags guys have or the kind of satchel bags guys bring to work (so cute) but a small, girlie, baby purse is not masculine and above all does not make a woman want to sleep with you, EVER. My friends and I first joked that maybe they were just FULL of condoms because French men are so 'stereotypically' promiscuous... but to this day I am still unaware of what really 'fills up' a man-bag and I'm not sure I ever want to find out.

I just don't get it. Why don't they just do what an ex-boyfriend of mine did? When we went out together he put his keys in my bag and kept loose cash and his cards in his pocket. VIOLA, problem solved. No man-bag, no problem. However, I do understand that to do this you need a girlfriend and preferably one who always carries a big enough bag to put 2 sets of keys in (as well as all the junk a girl already carries in her bag). So men are faced with a difficult decision - a man-bag or a girlfriend with a bag. I know which one I'd choose, especially if it was a Marc Jacobs handbag. Boyfriend who??

Going back to urban dictionary's definition of the metrosexual man there is another thing I feel I should address. Metrosexual men and their facial hair, specifically, their eyebrows. Apparently in Paris it's perfectly normal and acceptable for a straight man to go and have his eyebrows waxed. And I don't mean just normally waxed, I mean these bad boys look more pruned and tweezed than Angelina Jolie on the way to the Oscars. They pay so much attention to their outer appearance and insist that their eyebrows being 'tidy' justifies a quick waxing. Most of them look like they've spent more time in a beautician than I ever have (and that must be true because I've never been to one). I actually have a friend who's ex-boyfriend had his eyebrows waxed quite regularly and as his girlfriend she was often present when this special event happened. I'll never forget the first time I called her at the beauticians and she tried to explain, whispering as quietly as a mouse, that her boyfriend was in fact having his eyebrows waxed at this precise moment in time. My friend and I often discussed this afterwards (not the eyebrows as such) but just the general acceptance of men wanting to look 'pretty' and how bizarre it was when we were accustomed to English 'lads' and Canadian and American 'men'. Honestly I've had boyfriends who tweezed but normally it was because of a dire situation e.g. a baby uno-brow and it was normally me who insisted that it be plucked and the boyfriend who eventually realised that no uno-brow was better and continued the plucking without me. Truthfully, besides a little plucking of the eyebrows/monobrow I am pretty inclined to say I don't fancy men with shaped eyebrows. I like rugged men who look like they just got out the shower, rubbed a towel on their head and didn't shave for a couple of days...neat and tidy eyebrows are just not my thing.

The final difficult thing is French men's fashion sense. Generally they all dress pretty well and actually, that's what causes problems for me. They dress so well and again with so much care (you can see colours have been matched and shoes and accessories have been carefully chosen) that I normally presume they aren't straight. A man dressed that well in England...isn't normally batting for my team (if you catch my drift). So honestly, I never know. Between the man bags, the girlie behaviour, the music tastes, the shopping habits, the fashion knowledge and the trim and tidy appearance I don't imagine I will ever really be sure at first who is homosexual and who is heterosexual. I guess it goes back to the age old saying 'Never judge a book by its cover' and I would do well to remember that. In Paris just because a guy loves Lady Gaga and knows what Christian Louboutin shoes are does not necessarily mean he's gay. So keep guessing girls! 





20.9.12

Food, glorious food

I'm very lucky that during my time here in France I have acquired some amazing friends and not only are they amazing but they have the BEST taste in restaurants. Sometimes I feel like I'm in food heaven and I just never wake up, good meal after good meal after good meal. If you have an 'average' meal in France it's such a shock whereas in England it's a pretty common re-occurrence. Here are some of the wonderful restaurants I've been to recently in Paris...

Vins et Terroirs
66 Rue Saint Andre des Arts 
75006, Paris
Metro: Odeon/St Michel

Actually this is a restaurant I've spoken about in past blogs as I had my birthday dinner there back in April but it never fails to disappoint. Most recently I took Danielle there when she was here for a little visit because she had never tasted snails before and vins&terroirs do some of the best I've ever had. Vins&Terroirs does a great set meal for 19 euros, one starter and one main or one main and a dessert. Unlike most places you have a choice of about six different courses for each one so there is no shortage of choice. I always have the same thing escargots a l'ail (snails in garlic) and filet de canette  avec pommes de terre sautees/puree (fillet of duck with sautee potatoes/mash potato and a BBQ honey sauce)...both to die for! Danielle was willing to try snails so we both had the same dinner plus a nice glass of free rose (I go there often so they have started offering me a free glass of wine, very kind)! It's such a delicious meal and such good value I would recommend it to anyone visiting or living in Paris. Just be aware if it's Friday or Saturday night you might have to book, they get very busy!

                 

Alcazar
62 Rue Mazarine
75006
Metro: Odeon/St Germain des Pres

I still have to pinch myself sometimes when I think about this restaurant. Yes, it was real and yes, you did eat there. This restaurant came as a bit of a surprise, it's in an area I know very well (Saint Germain des Pres) but had somehow never been brought to my attention. Probably because a) from the outside it doesn't appear to be anything too special and b) it's rather on the expensive side.



Luckily for me I have friends, one friend in particular who has great taste in restaurants and as always when I dine out with him, I wasn't disappointed. I felt a little bit under-dressed in a basic blue dress and heels, I would have preferred to be wearing a more glamorous dress and more glamorous heels but c'est la vie. I didn't realise we were going to such a fantastic restaurant, I had just come from work and hadn't even touched up my make up...oops! But anyway, I digress. So, after the shock of the beauty of the restaurant I was further indulged by the menu and the champagne. Romain ordered a bottle of rose champagne that was served with little raspberries in the glass, it was divine and I literally felt like a princess or some kind of celebrity (oh the little things). It was just surreal to be in a restaurant like that with French people drinking champagne with raspberries in, I couldn't stop smiling. How much my life has changed in one year! After the champagne we had the most delicious starter. Romain and Jonathan chose foie gras with toast and onion chutney whereas us girls chose smoked salmon with sweet bread. Both were delicious (Romain was kind enough to let me try some of his foie gras) which I would definitely have next time, it was rich but just so tasty #foodorgasm. After Romain had the roast chicken and I had a small roasted bird (I forget what it was in English...I did find out but I didn't know at the time) with a kind of sweet couscous. Again it was just delicious and it wasn't the end yet...for dessert Jonathan and I had saint marcellin (a very strong goats cheese, not for the faint hearted) while Romain and Jog's girlfriend had the millefeuille which literally translates as 1000 layers, vanilla and brandy flavoured. Of course as with all French meals we rounded it off with an espresso and a disgestif (Jet 27 and ice)...what a meal! I really was impressed by this restaurant, a little more expensive than the normal night out (fortunately I was invited this time - Thank you again Romain) but still only 26 euros for a formule of starter/main or main/dessert which really considering the quality of the food is not half bad. Not somewhere to go every week but perfect for a special occasion with friends, family or if you want to treat your other half.

Last but not least...

Les Fabricants
61 Rue Jean Pierre Timbaud 
75011 Paris
Metro: Oberkampf/Parmentier

This is the restaurant I discovered most recently, thanks again to the wonderful Romain! Les Fabricants is what I would call a Basque restaurant, serving food from the South West of France, famous for their huge salads and snails with a cheese sauce. It's very similar to Chez Gladines (especially the menu) but for me, personally, it's ten times better. I went to Chez Gladines (in the 13e) a few weeks ago with some friends and was honestly, quite disappointed. The atmosphere was great, buzzing, loud and full of people but due to the rush and business of the restaurant the food looked like it had been chucked on the plate. There didn't seem to be any time or care gone into the meal and actually my veal was overcooked and the potatoes were burnt...not a great first experience. However at Les Fabricants it was an entirely different story. I have been there twice now and both times thoroughly enjoyed my meal. I just went there on Monday and we were a large table of six so we had a few different starters including snails in a cheese sauce, potatoes covered with ham and blue cheese and charcuterie (different sliced meats) with of course a couple of baskets of bread (a necessity in any French restaurant). They were all delicious, we were all like children in a sweet shop diving into each starter trying to savour the taste of each different dish. Finally we moved on to mains...I ordered escalope de veau Montagnarde which is Veal escalope with mushrooms and potatoes in a creamy sauce. It literally looks like a mountain of food! They place the potatoes in the middle and the veal escalope on top, then they pour the sauce on and all around the meat so you have plenty to dip in...as many like to do...don't they Romain ;) It's absolutely delicious but a word of warning, go hungry because you need your appetite for the size of these meals. They also do great chicken and duck, one leg of duck with forest mushrooms, a duck fillet with roquefort sauce '(I haven't quite found the courage to try this yet...next time) and a chicken dish 'Spanish style.' The salads are also fantastic and absolutely huge, they are served in large aluminium bowls that look like they could be a feeding bowl for a horse! I wasn't joking when I said you needed to be hungry...

Of course we accompanied the meal with 2 bottles of wine, both red, one Spanish and one French (a Rioja and a....I forget the other one). I preferred the Rioja hence my lack of memory haha...it was delicious, full-bodied but not too fruity so it was really tasty. It went down a treat :) Last of all we had espressos followed by a digestif (it's very traditional and important in France to have all of the courses) which were a mix of Jet 27 and an apple-based liquor with ice which was really tasty.

Most shocking of all we ate and drank all of this for a mere 30 euros per person. You can spend much less than that as most main courses are no more than 13 euros, even the huge 2 person sized salads, but we were celebrating Romain's new adventure so we went all out :-) Great ambiance, great staff (one of the waiter's is South African and a total hoot) and fantastic food. Go as soon as you can!


August, the best month to be in Paris?

August

August in Paris was just wonderful. Last year I missed most of August as I came back towards the end and went straight into my new job to start training. I was also still finding my feet so didn't know Paris as well as I do now. This year was entirely different and I'm about to tell you why.

Ils sont partis en vacances 

The best thing about Paris in August is the distinct lack of Parisians. Everyone leaves to go on vacation in August and not just for one or 2 weeks but normally for an entire month (if not longer)! Paris is calm, quiet and full of 'the rest of us' who stayed behind in the city. No one is stressed, angry or pushy. The metros and trains are so quiet you could hear a pin drop and everyday without fail I had a seat on both the train or the metro. Even the roads are quiet, riding the Velib (below)was such a pleasure because there were barely any cars and even the buses were less frequent than normal (so no fear of being squashed)! It was such a pleasure to experience Paris during such a quiet time, it's just a shame it's not always like that. If you are ever thinking of coming to Paris, August is the time to do it, not only is it quieter than usual but the weather is great too!

Velib fun
Paris plage

In the summer between the 20th July and the 19th August Paris creates a beach. Yes, that's right, you didn't misread the sentence they 'make' a beach. They import tonnes of sand and build a beach just next to the seine and the canal with umbrellas, deck chairs, sunbeds, water fountains, drinks and ice cream bars. The sunbeds were so comfortable I almost fell asleep several times on the beach with Rachel, Ilana and Dave. The weather was so so hot (around 34 degrees on one of the days we were there) but luckily we did have home-made showers/water fountains which we had to go under around every 20 minutes because the heat was so intense. The mayor had also worked together with Paris Plage to provide free water and monin syrup so we drank mint and syrup all day yum. It was so nice to be able to experience the beach without going away (as it's not easy for me with my lack of holiday time) so paris plage really made a difference, I can't wait until next year! 

The beach layout (one side)
Paris Plages 2012
The advert
  



The beach


The fountain


Cinema plein air

Cinema plein air means literally 'outdoor cinema' and every July-August they are set up in a few places in Paris such as Trocadero and Porte de la Villette. Big screens are set up on large grass areas and movies screened every Wednesday to Sunday after the sun goes down. And the best thing is it's completely free!!! This year there were several films (French/English/American and others) including The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Superman (the original), Gran Torino, District 9, Potiche, Un homme un vrai and many many more. Below you can see the agenda from this years Cinema plein air at Porte de la Villette.


Unfortunately I never got chance to go to this as there always seemed to be something else going on...or the late start of the movie meant finding our way back was going to be really difficult. Next year I will make a point of going because from what I heard it's something not to be missed!


FNAC LIVE

Last but not least the council gave us another free thing - all day music concerts! I went to the FNAC Live festival on a Saturday at Hotel de Ville. It was brilliant with live bands, a great atmosphere and lots of people. I really enjoyed Revolver a French band I hadn't seen before and I just couldn't believe that everything was free. Nothing like that is really organised in the UK...concerts are organised but you always have to pay.


Paris seems to do so much for the people who stay behind in August with so much being free and so much being created for people's pure enjoyment. It's just another reason why I love Paris in the summer. 

17.9.12

Our petit adventure continues...

Tuesday 17th July 

Most of this day was spent in Vannes, a lovely city about an hour and a half from Benodet. We'd already been there before but not for a few years so we decided to go and do a bit of shopping and explore the city. Unfortunately the weather wasn't too great and since living in Paris I hardly ever travel in a car anymore (almost never actually) and now seem to be prone to car sickness...by the time we arrived I didn't feel so well.

Anyway we managed to have a few hours in the city before it started to rain. We explored an indoor market, the Cathedral, some nice shops (managed to find 2 new pairs of shoes, thanks Pops) and devoured an enormous club sandwich at a cute little cafe in the central square.

Vannes and his wife 


The main square
On the way home we decided that travelling in the car actually made everyone a bit stressed so we agreed to do more cycling and try to avoid using the car (unless it was necessary). Car sick Chloe + stoppy dad + car = bad recipe. On the way home we stopped in the Carrefour to pick up some bits and bobs. I was thrilled to find a 7 euro pair of fake TOMS and a French football shirt for 10 euros. Please someone tell me why don't we have the huge Carrefours in Paris?!

The weather was terrible on Tuesday night so we decided to stay in, drinking red wine and eating copious amounts of bread and cheese whilst watching Ghost together. We also dyed my hair...unfortunately instead of my normal honey blonde dye mum accidentally bought natural honey for blondes. I'm not originally blonde so now I'm slightly too blonde but it will fade, right? (>>>) What a perfect evening, it almost felt like I was at home in our living room!




Wednesday 

After a restful night we woke up early to cycle to Mousterlin, a little town about 3-4 km away. We cycled through Fousenant, the little town where we had the delicious meal on the first night and picked up some fresh Breton style pancakes (with chocolate chips). We actually bought a sealed packet that had cold pancakes in but when I asked the lady working there to open the packet as we wanted to eat them straight away she offered to give us fresh pancakes straight off the hot plate. They were absolutely delicious and we were so grateful, people are so kind in Britanny!




Mum and dad enjoying the cycle and the fresh pancakes from Fousenant!

 On our way back we stopped at a little pub called 'The Queen's Pub' and had a quick Breton cider before continuing to cycle. Honestly, you can't match Breton cider, it's just so tasty. It tastes like it's made only of pure apples that just ripened, fell off the tree and into the glass. Delicieux. 

Later in the afternoon we went to L'Eclerc (one of France's huge supermarkets, a bit like Carrefour but bigger). You are probably wondering why I keep harping on about supermarkets but I have to explain to you why France officially has the best supermarkets in the world. In L'Eclerc you can find and buy just about anything you need. There are clothes, books, electronics, domestic utilities, food, drink, a separate bakery, a fresh seafood area, a meat section which is effectively it's own fresh butchers, a separate cheese section which could be a fromagerie it's so big and even it's own wine section (including 'La Cave' for the more precious wines). It's like dying and going to supermarket heaven.

Cheese, glorious cheese
Thursday 

On Thursday we decided to cycle to a little village just outside Benodet called Sainte Marine. It didn't take us very long at all, maybe 45 minutes in total. It was very very small but had some pretty little cafes and a small port. We decided to take the tiny ferry back across to Benodet because it was possible to take the bikes with us and it crossed the river to an area of the town we hadn't explored yet. We spotted La Croisette a restaurant recommended to us by our neighbours and decided we would come back and go there for dinner later that night. As normal we cycled back to the campsite, picking up fresh bread from the bakery on the way back and sitting on our little terrace to have lunch. 

Mum and I went for a swim afterwards in the gorgeous pool, exploring the whirlpool tunnel and jacuzzi pool as Dad took photos (he's not so keen on water). When we got back to our mobile home dad was up to his old mischief again. My dad is nearly 60 years old but continues to be a big kid at heart, he's always playing tricks on people, especially my mum. As she got in the shower he decided to turn the tap on so that the water would run cold in the shower, mum gasped and started cursing while dad and I were in heaps of hysterics on the sofa. Poor mum. Although it's worse when Lydia is around, her and dad are like the gruesome twosome. 

We went to La Croisette for dinner and it was absolutely wonderful. We all wished we had found it sooner as it was great value for money and the waiter was really pleasant (and funnily enough originally from Paris)! He asked me if I was studying and looked shocked when I explained I was an English teacher (yes I look sixteen, I know). I convinced dad to have an  Ile Flottante (a Floating Island) for dessert as it is typically French and absolutely yummy. From his expression he seemed to like it...!
Enjoying his Ile Flottante
Friday

Our last day sadly! 

We decided to go back to Concarneau because after the cycling palava on Monday we didn't really have time to explore the walled city very much so we wanted to visit a second time, oh and Mum wanted a fruit bowl. I started reading 50 Shades of Gray in the car because everyone has been raving about, I got to chapter 8 before wanting to hurl the book in the bin. It's awfully written, distasteful and honestly quite disturbing. If you like good books, don't waste your time with this trilogy! On the other hand I read Jill Mansell's A Walk in the Park in 3 days (it's over 400 pages) which is well worth a read. Her books are pretty girlie but so well written and thoroughly enjoyable, a perfect holiday book. 

Anyway I'm sidetracking. When we arrived at Concarneau there was an outdoor market so we explored that first, looking at vintage items, tasting cheese, olives, Breton cakes, fresh cooked pork and much more. I bought some postcards, a friendship bracelet for my sister and I (we've sort of started a tradition of collecting them together) and a keyring to add to my already big assortment. We had a lovely lunch of fish soup and mussles and the sun came out all afternoon. 



We went back to Quimper a little earlier (as that's where I was catching the train from) and we hadn't explored the old town yet. It's a shame we didn't have more time actually as it was really beautiful with an old, prestigious cathedral and typically Breton style architecture. The only downside was the toilets were the kind built into the floor (it still baffles me that the French have these), it's so medieval! After a quick walk around the town we headed back to the station where we had an emotional goodbye on the platform. I told mum not to cry but it never ever works, she always starts blubbing, bless her. Actually I found myself welling up (I'm usually the strong one) because it had just been such a fantastic week. I had really needed the break from Paris and the difficult past few months. It reminded me how important family is and even though sometimes they drive you mad, there is nothing more valuable than family. So to my dear mum and dad, I know I can be a pain in the arse sometimes but I really do love you both more than a chubby child loves chocolate cake.

14.9.12

Better late, than never

So I'm finally finishing my post about my vacation in Benodet. It will have to be briefer than I originally anticipated as it's now September, I'm 2 months behind schedule and therefore officially need to go blogging crazy in the next few weeks. Be prepared readers, be prepared.

The rest of the week in Benodet passed far too quickly. It included numerous cycling trips, a few too many Breton pancakes, some hilarious miscalculations (not at the time but in reflection), a tonne of wine and cheese buying and some quality family time. What are vacations for after all?

So much cheese, delicious cheese

16.07.12

On Monday, my first full day in Bretagne we decided to cycle to Concarneau (around 20km away...or so dad thought). Now, I had been doing a fair bit of velib-ing in Paris (the cycling system in the city) so I knew I wasn't too unfit, but my god, nothing could have prepared me for the cycling we did that day.

First of all when we set off the sun wasn't too hot, so I put sun cream on (as you do) but didn't pack any with me in my bag. Huge mistake. Dad wasn't too off par with the calculations, it was about 20km. Unfortunately it was 20 km if the entire world was flat, the entire world is not flat and we consequently landed right in the merde. There were more hills than we could have ever anticipated (literally not in my wildest nightmares). On top of that, we got lost, several times. Dad's a good map reader but I'm pretty much sure French road signs were made by a drunk person; no surprise really with all the wine made around the country. I'm starting to think people just get drunk and hammer the signs into place, spinning them round as they go just to add extra confusion. None of the signs make sense and when you follow the sign you SHOULD take you're pretty much guaranteed to end up in the wrong place. Highly annoying. So finally after nearly 3 hours of cycling up hill in 30 degree heat, several wrong turns and a 30km journey we finally arrived in the city of Concarneau. We were exhausted but weirdly happy at the sense of achieving such a distance on the first day...


Finally after 30km and one sore ass!!!

Unfortunately my back suffered too...peau Anglaise!

Fortunately the upside of all this was that Concarneau was just beautiful, it's an old walled city that was recommended to us by a good friend of mine (merci encore Cedric) and I'm so glad we visited, even if I couldn't sit down for at least a day. Sadly by the time we got there we only just about had time for lunch before the last bus back to Benodet. Yes we caught the bus, with our bikes, don't judge. Honestly I couldn't have managed it and I'm 23 years old...I didn't fancy having either of my parents keeling over on the way back up those wretched hills. Luckily now I speak French (oh la la) I was able to go into the tourist agency, find out where and when the buses were and if they accepted bikes or not. The guy explained to me that they normally took bikes but only if there weren't a lot of people with luggage), it was a maybe and maybe was good enough because my bottom couldn't even entertain getting back on the damn bike.

The city itself

So we went for a little wander around the city, tres picturesque before coming back to wait for the bus. The bus finally arrived and the lady explained that actually, we needed bikes that folded up. We had three bikes and three that did not fold up. VIE DE MERDE. I think when she told me this I must have looked like I was going to a) cry or b) have a nervous breakdown. I started rambling in French about how we had cycled 30 km, were so lost, so tired (me personally sun stroked) and so far from Benodet that this was our only HOPE of getting back in the next century. She must have been concerned for my mental state if she said no because she let us on the bus (HOORAY!) and even helped us with our bikes, what a star. I will be eternally grateful to this kind woman and thank god we weren't in  Paris because it never would have happened. 

The only negative was in all the commotion begging for the bus and trying to get the bikes on dad forgot his helmet on the bus shelter bench (ahaha). Oh well you can't win at everything! 

As soon as we got back we took a long dip in the gorgeous pool and I have never enjoyed a cold swim more in my life. It was like having an ice bath after a marathon (or what I imagine that would be like seeing as I've never done either one of those things). There is only one word I can use to describe this day and that's...unforgettable.