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I must say I was pretty excited about Gastronomy day! I love food and do, in fact, consider myself a bit of a foodie. So I guess you could say I was a little excited to try all new kinds of French food.
My favorite part of the day was going to the open air market and getting to look around at all the specialty shops (especially because I got to buy some really good butter & yogurt!) I am a little sad and disappointed that I didn't get to share my pate with the group-- I'll get it open soon and maybe everyone can have a little later. I wish so badly I could bring my butter home because it's just so good! Plus, my mom would absolutely love it.
I also loved getting to walk around St. Germain des Pres even though it was super bougie and a little intimidating because of that. There were a few places that looked really good, though! I wish I had enough time to try them all, or at least I wish I had time to write down the names of the restaurants.
I enjoyed getting to try all the specialty sweet shops, but I also wished we could have had more than just a dessert tour. Like, I wish we could have tried the best crepes, had the best bread, the best coffee, the best croque madame, ya know? I'm also a little biased because I like savory food more and I'm the type of foodie that believes a hole in the wall is better than any 3-michelin star restaurant any day. Eat the rich, right? But I know those kinds of places are just a Google away, so I guess I can do that later on my own.
Since we were still pretty full from all the macarons, Jace and I just walked home because we had food to put in the refrigerator. Some point later that night, we just got paninis from a little place on Gay-Lussac, sat down at the square by the dorm in front of Val de Grace, ate, talked, and read a little Hemingway. I then decided I don't like Hemingway and he was not worth my time. I mean, it's hard for it not to hurt when in the first two chapters of an autobiographical book, the author talks about how much he hates gay people and would potentially stab one if they came onto him. It was awful. I don't look forward to the Hemingway Hunt. I don't like that we have to do a tour of precious places that were made precious only because a certain person sat there once. Especially because that precious person was sexist, homophobic, transphobic and probably racist to top it all off. We should do a Victor Hugo tour instead.
My favorite part of the day was going to the open air market and getting to look around at all the specialty shops (especially because I got to buy some really good butter & yogurt!) I am a little sad and disappointed that I didn't get to share my pate with the group-- I'll get it open soon and maybe everyone can have a little later. I wish so badly I could bring my butter home because it's just so good! Plus, my mom would absolutely love it.
I also loved getting to walk around St. Germain des Pres even though it was super bougie and a little intimidating because of that. There were a few places that looked really good, though! I wish I had enough time to try them all, or at least I wish I had time to write down the names of the restaurants.
I enjoyed getting to try all the specialty sweet shops, but I also wished we could have had more than just a dessert tour. Like, I wish we could have tried the best crepes, had the best bread, the best coffee, the best croque madame, ya know? I'm also a little biased because I like savory food more and I'm the type of foodie that believes a hole in the wall is better than any 3-michelin star restaurant any day. Eat the rich, right? But I know those kinds of places are just a Google away, so I guess I can do that later on my own.
Since we were still pretty full from all the macarons, Jace and I just walked home because we had food to put in the refrigerator. Some point later that night, we just got paninis from a little place on Gay-Lussac, sat down at the square by the dorm in front of Val de Grace, ate, talked, and read a little Hemingway. I then decided I don't like Hemingway and he was not worth my time. I mean, it's hard for it not to hurt when in the first two chapters of an autobiographical book, the author talks about how much he hates gay people and would potentially stab one if they came onto him. It was awful. I don't look forward to the Hemingway Hunt. I don't like that we have to do a tour of precious places that were made precious only because a certain person sat there once. Especially because that precious person was sexist, homophobic, transphobic and probably racist to top it all off. We should do a Victor Hugo tour instead.
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