I survived a week!! One week in and the old au pair comparison is all but gone, the children are asking for me to go on holidays with them and calling me super Kate. No matter how easy my job sounds though don't be completely fooled; living in someone else's house and being trusted with their children is stressful sometimes. So after week one, weekend one was very welcome and what a weekend it's been, way to welcome me Paris!!
So not to change a habit of the last 4 years Friday night was party night, me and two like minded English au paris venture to the Odean area in search of a well deserved break from being au pairs. We grabbed a cheap bottle if wine (in hindsight should have been two) and ventured to sit by the Seine and drink. Sibs made a comment about how chav/Dartford this was of me but this is a 'thing' in Paris, honestly... After that we went in search of this bar D (dad) had shown me, I have no shame whipping my map out so I didn't get lost, way to look like a tourist Kate! Anyway we found it, The Frog and The Princess, so very English! This is a really nice bar with craft beers too, anyone who knows me knows I'll swap wine for beer any day BUT even better this placed had beer cocktails. When Bear comes to visit I'm going to sit and drink every beer cocktail on the menu with her. After a couple here we carried on in another bar, with dancing and shots and Guinness (not nice in Paris). After sacking off the last metro we went back to one of the girls flats for an after party, cue me rocking in at 6am. A super fun night had by all but damn Paris is expensive, no more £1 party here :( I have a feeling I will eternally be on the hunt for the cheapest drink here. It's worth it though, it's Paris.
Determined not to waste a hungover day in Paris us girls rallied to go to the Sacré Coeur to check it out. The view from the top is one of the best in Paris and even though I'd been before I'd never been into the building and looked around. But it was hot and sweaty, there are loads of steps and I was dying; I'm pretty sure I sweated out everything I drank the night before! It was lovely though and the architecture is beautiful. After this I slogged back home for a dinner party, some more of D&I's friends; this party was even better then the first, champagne and red wine flowed freely and so did conversation. It still struggled to understand at times but not half as much as before, I was also complemented of my pronunciation of French which was extremely nice.
Sunday I met the girls again and we went along to a massive picnic for Au Pairs, fun but there were lots of people there and I don't always think they are the best situations to get to know people in. One of the girls said she was bored of telling the same story over again, yep me too. So we left after a little while and wandered over to the Musée D'Orsay for some culture; this has got to be my fave museum in Paris, Toulouse Lautrec's work is there and j'adore his work. I also got to see some Rodin sculptures whom I studied a lot for my final uni piece, his stuff is beautiful up close.
So there it is, weekend one (of many) there is so much to see and do in this city, scrapbooks WILL be bursting at the seems by the end (even if it is of phone numbers of boys named Sebastian and dried roses off boys named Kevin).
Till next time
So not to change a habit of the last 4 years Friday night was party night, me and two like minded English au paris venture to the Odean area in search of a well deserved break from being au pairs. We grabbed a cheap bottle if wine (in hindsight should have been two) and ventured to sit by the Seine and drink. Sibs made a comment about how chav/Dartford this was of me but this is a 'thing' in Paris, honestly... After that we went in search of this bar D (dad) had shown me, I have no shame whipping my map out so I didn't get lost, way to look like a tourist Kate! Anyway we found it, The Frog and The Princess, so very English! This is a really nice bar with craft beers too, anyone who knows me knows I'll swap wine for beer any day BUT even better this placed had beer cocktails. When Bear comes to visit I'm going to sit and drink every beer cocktail on the menu with her. After a couple here we carried on in another bar, with dancing and shots and Guinness (not nice in Paris). After sacking off the last metro we went back to one of the girls flats for an after party, cue me rocking in at 6am. A super fun night had by all but damn Paris is expensive, no more £1 party here :( I have a feeling I will eternally be on the hunt for the cheapest drink here. It's worth it though, it's Paris.
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| You can take the girl out of Dartford but you can take Dartford out of the girl? Photo courtesy of Nicole |
Determined not to waste a hungover day in Paris us girls rallied to go to the Sacré Coeur to check it out. The view from the top is one of the best in Paris and even though I'd been before I'd never been into the building and looked around. But it was hot and sweaty, there are loads of steps and I was dying; I'm pretty sure I sweated out everything I drank the night before! It was lovely though and the architecture is beautiful. After this I slogged back home for a dinner party, some more of D&I's friends; this party was even better then the first, champagne and red wine flowed freely and so did conversation. It still struggled to understand at times but not half as much as before, I was also complemented of my pronunciation of French which was extremely nice.
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| A very hungover me and the lovely not hungover Emma |
Sunday I met the girls again and we went along to a massive picnic for Au Pairs, fun but there were lots of people there and I don't always think they are the best situations to get to know people in. One of the girls said she was bored of telling the same story over again, yep me too. So we left after a little while and wandered over to the Musée D'Orsay for some culture; this has got to be my fave museum in Paris, Toulouse Lautrec's work is there and j'adore his work. I also got to see some Rodin sculptures whom I studied a lot for my final uni piece, his stuff is beautiful up close.
So there it is, weekend one (of many) there is so much to see and do in this city, scrapbooks WILL be bursting at the seems by the end (even if it is of phone numbers of boys named Sebastian and dried roses off boys named Kevin).
Till next time
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