Paris as the Aesthetically Pleasing

I woke up this morning around 7 am and opened the metal shutter on the outside of my window (protective measures, I assume). If I don't do this, I will sleep forever because I can't decipher night from day :) When I finally got Danielle and I both up and moving, we decided to go eat a delicious lunch- Parisien style, aka sit at a cafe for an excessive amount of time without ever once feeling rushed to pay the bill. Naturally, we chose our favorite: Cafe Murmure on rue de la Convention down the street from our homestay. Our deliciously satisfying two hour lunch was followed by a three hour walk around our neighborhood and a relcutant return to Cafe Murmure for dessert ;) oh us fat over indulgent Americans just couldn't resist the one of a kind minty ice cream on top of the most amazing chocolate cake, ever. And that was it... that was our Sunday.

my delicious tortellinis :)

danielle's delicious salmon

most amazing chocolate and minty ice cream EVER.

On Sundays, most stores are closed. I've yet to discover the actual reason why, but from what I gather, it's because Sunday is the day of rest... it's for family, it's for friends and it's for yourself. In my opinion, there is a lot to admire about the Parisien lifestyle. I love how they walk everywhere yet they do not appear pressed for time. How they have time to take two hours lunches: they take the extra time to digest and they actually listen when people are talking. Life goes a little bit slower for me in Paris and I'm loving it so so much. I don't wake up with anxiety and I'm never bitter or angry, I never feel like I have too much to do or not enough time to do it. I finally have time to see the things around me and appreciate all of it. The air is fresh and it feels great :)

De Paris, Avec Amor, Micheley <3