Pho 14, Sputnik, and Doggy Kisses
Spent the day taking books back to the library (and learning NOT to let them go overdue--24 euros--OUCH!), and then shopping at Printemps and Galeries Lafayette on the Boulevard Haussman for a bag and shoes. Both were already decked out for Christmas (they don't have the Thanksgiving thing to get in the way)--although this year, Christmas seems to involve lots of hot pink lights and strange, stuffed green robotic patchwork squirrels marching in circles. That scared me a little.
Finding neither a bag nor shoes that pleased me at either of the "Grands Magasins", nor at C&A or H&M, I headed to Zara and found a teal courderoy bag, a soft little aqua shrug and grey top for not too many euros. Yay!
Then I discovered a little shop in the metro station for the Havre-Caumartin stop that had cute purses for cheap (who knew?), and metroed home after a call from Flare inviting us for Vietnemese noodle soup at her favorite hangout, Pho 14 on Avenue de Choisy. Delicious--now we know why she was so excited about soup.
Flare headed home early, and AussieLass and Kyliemac and Dr. B and I walked up to the La Butte aux Cailles area for a drink at Sputnik, a café/internet/bar place. We saw a pirate there! (We were pretty sure, anyway. The big gold hoop earring and the funky teeth gave it away.)
But here's the best part; Aussie had a bit of a cough, and agreed to our suggestion of a cup of hot tea at our place, provided we introduced her and Kylie to Lucy.
And she loved Lucy. And Lucy LOVED her.
How's that for a bise?