Banana and Nutella


We continued walking down the hill, it was dark now, having no real idea where we were. Cassius stopped into a corner bakery and got a baguette for .90 euros, we inquired politely as to the location of the closest Metro stop, and continued walking. We eventually took the metro, and at first we thought we would go back to the latin quarter, but then we decided we would just go somewhere else, another stop, and go to the Christmas markets we had passed in the taxi on the late night of our arrival. I think we ended up getting off at the latin quarter anyways and walking down the Seine, past Notre Dame to the Grand Palais and that is where the Christmas markets were happening. Really crowded, really festive and fun, good smells and good fun. Cassius got some hot wine, it was a bit too sweet for me, but he liked it. Then we walked back to the metro and got to the latin quarter, where we got a bottle of wine after much effort, and found a spot on the seine with our feet dangling. The second we sat down it started to rain, which caused massive, unnecessary amounts of consternation but it soon stopped, and we peacefully drank our wine and got happy and were soon talking excitedly about a great many things. It got to be the time to be getting going, so I hurriedly finished the last of my wine, and we went to Rua de la Huchette for some oily and delicious and stomach wrenching street food, we each got big falafels, first falafel I’ve got outside Israel that tasted delicious and it looked a bit different too, folded up in a wrap and put into a triangle like a crepe, I dripped some white sauce all over my leather jacket, which I got immensely upset and promptly forgot about until the next morning. Slurping up the last of that, we set our sights on another crepe, Cassius excited at the prospect of redeeming his earlier mishap. I got the same again, banana and nutella, and had another massively happy experience with it. We hopped on the metro, the 7, and returned to Porte d’ Ivry where we were staying, set our alarms for 4:40 the next morning, in order to catch the first Metro in the city at 5:22, to catch the 6:30 bus to the airport to catch our 9:30 flight back to Dublin.

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