It’s warm as a hell in Paris. We just woke up at the crack of noon. For one, we were out at a bar around the corner, with Laurent and Caroline (his, not mine), until 4am. She had to be up to work at Printemps department store at 11am otherwise we probably would have stayed another hour as no one else seemed to be leaving (people were still waiting in line to get into the club next door). The late wakeup hour is also the jet lag kicking in; I could go back to sleep for a few hours. However, since it’s light until almost 930pm there’s no reason to rush out. Just having some coffee in the apartment, listening to people (and their dogs) in the building’s center courtyard.
Last night we met Laurent and Caroline (or rather they met us here to go down to Pont Neuf by Metro) and her sister, Clementine, as well as her friend Pega who is here from the weekend from Denmark. Since Pega only speaks Danish and English, and everyone speaks excellent English as well, it made for a great evening since we could keep up with the talk. We went to KONG, a Stark designed restaurant on the top atrium floor of Kenzo. It was funny to come all the way to Paris to eat in an Asian Fusion restaurant – the decor and vibe could have been LA – but the people looked otherworldy attractive and the place buzzed with an energy that kept us going even though the effects of travelling were starting to take their toll. We started with some Moet & Chandon so that’s all I really cared about – getting some champagne in me to fuel the evening. The bar we went to (after a lengthy attempt to get a taxi in central Paris after the Metro closed) was killer. We had beers with orange liquer poured in them and smashed ourselves into a tiny corner booth and listened to the dj and watched people dance and had a few cigarettes – it’s Paris so forget about not smoking.
Today we’re going to meet Laurent again and his girl at Printemps, the upscale department store she works for. The roof terrace has a place for lunch with cool views of the city. After, who knows – maybe try to find a street thrift market that Caroline wants to browse, a couple of drinks in a cafe, a walk through a museum . . . I don’t feel compelled to try to fit a month’s worth of tourist tasks into the few days we have. It may be Paris, but our goal is still to chill out and go with the flow.