This morning was slow and lovely. I slept in and ate some bread for breakfast before Aaron and I headed over towards the Eiffel Tower for a cooking lesson with a girl named Fleur. She lived next door to an open air market so we were able to buy all our ingredients there, and she even had an amazing boulongerie (so jealous) We were going to cook whitefish, eggplant dip(WHAT?!), and a yummy salad. When we walked up her stairs, we saw her teeny apartment with great view overlooking the street. We cooked on one burner with no spatula, no counter space, pretty much college kitchen cooking. It was still fun but I am SO thankful we have more space and supplies to cook with.
After cooking, I biked to french class for my 2nd lesson. I'm still lost in what he wants me to do at times, but we are working on subjontif and for the most part we are only speaking in French. After class, I got a merengue and biked home to spend half an hour with Trixie at a brocante.
Why are the French overpricing all antiques? I found a pretty parasol and it was 120 euros. Way more than it is worth. I did like looking at everything and all the vendors were nice to Trixie.
Then sped off via bike to ballet and I tried my barre warm up on pointe. My left toe was not happy as I tried to wear less padding than I usually do. Big mistake. I may try it again while I'm here but if M. Casati is teaching, I'll stick with flats. I don't want to get yelled at.
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