Moving on... to Paris.
Paris is my favorite city in the whole world. This is my fourth visit there but it is the first time I've explored the city by myself. I arrived at Gard-du Nord, the train station, and started my day. I walked for just over an hour until getting to Notre Dame where I sat and took some pictures. I then wondered over to The Latin Quarter, my favorite area of Paris for some lunch. And offers of more than camels.
Can I ask what it is about french men and blondes? After 4 marriage proposals, offers of money, jewelry, trips to Milan, apartments in Rome and anything else my "leeeetle blonde heart" desired, I decided it was time to move on. I've seen the movie "Taken"... I know how this ends, and lets face it not everyone has Liam Neeson to save their asses.
One cab ride later I arrived at The Eiffel Tower. Looking up at it, it was hard to imagine that almost 6 years ago I climbed to the top. Yes you heard me. I took the stairs (I was 18 years old and following a cute, athletic boy... wouldn't you?). After watching me snap a few pictures, an American man approached me and asked if I wanted my picture taken in front of the Tower... yes please. After taking a picture with my camera, he then brought out his own saying he was a "well known" photographer in LA and asked if I would like to "pose" for him. No thank you... but seriously NO. He then asked if I would instead like to go back to his hotel room for a "Photo Shoot". So I made a run for it. I found a cafe to hide in and recover from another near "Taken" experience. Maybe I watch too many movies or too much Dateline "To Catch a Predator" but seriously? I'm blonde, not an idiot.
It was about this time that I realized I was exhausted and freezing, I had been wandering around for almost 4 hours at this point, so I decided to venture over to Alexandre De Paris, located at Avenue Matignon, near the Champs-Elysees. The salon is beautiful inside. The color scheme is white and gold and everyone there was so classy, wearing all black, mostly suits. I got a fabulous blow out and was told by multiple stylists how amazing my blonde hair color is (Thanks Cassie!).
Would I like some hair with my volume? As a southern belle I am shocked to say I was schooled when it comes to big hair here. I feel a bit like a 1960's french bombshell. Its lasted almost 24 hours now and is still as big as it was when I left the salon. Although I did tame it a bit when I got home... Merci!
After my appointment I wandered around Avenue Matignon, which is VERY swanky. Full of amazing art galleries, and shoe stores that are art galleries in themselves. I love shoes but I'm not sure I would ever spend 1000 Euros on a pair.
I made it back to Gare-du Nord 30 minutes early for my train. It was 30 minutes late. Let me remind those of you who know and tell those of you who don't, Gare-du Nord at this time of year is freezing and at every time of year not exactly the safest place in Paris, so I decided to have a glass of wine at a cafe near by. After watching a mouse run across the floor, I payed for my (untouched, totally full) glass of wine and decided to freeze it out at the train station for an hour, reading French Cosmo (apparently sex tips are the same in french as they are in english) while standing with 20 other people around a teeny space heater. The train finally arrived and I made it through the chaos to get on and was back in Brussels around 9pm. Just in time for dinner.
Tonight is a Friday night in Brussels. I can only imagine the trouble I'm going to get into this weekend.
Love,
Kat
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