Finally, I've discovered Vintage! And cous cous....

 I had my morning french lesson with Nicholas and it was very frustrating but not in the way that I was frustrated at Lutece. Sometimes I think he assumes too much of me, that I can do more than I actually can. At one point I told him that I didn't understand the difference between 2 tenses, so he spent a good time talking out how they sound different and also how to use them. I felt better after that. After class, I went grocery shopping and picked up some new microwavable meals for Aaron. I know what you're thinking....you're in paris where the world's best food is. Why are you buying micro meals?! Well, we are trying to spend less on food this year and last year, we went out at every meal. It can get pricy. The other issue is that our kitchen was described as "seldom use the stove because the gas is not good." What it should have said is "stove doesn't work. Also, no microwave." Yes. Had I known that our kitchen was literally only a place to store cold things and clean plates, I might not have picked it. With our hot plate (it's actually a crepe maker), we can boil water. With the boiled water, we can emerge the microwavable meals in and 10 minutes later, we have a hot meal. It's not ideal, but it's better than starving or eating cold meals all the time.

I then  took the 4 all the way to the end of the line to the flea market area. I found a vintage store called Boutique Falbalas.....a REAL vintage store. Stuff that hasn't been worn in 100 years! And the best part is that it's decently priced. Some of the items are expensive, but with good reason. I spend well over an hour there, and they let me try anything on. 

It is so nice to find real vintage again. I was beginning to think the Parisians were stupid when it came to vetements ancienns! 

 I even found this amazing 30's bathing suit that I DIDN'T buy. I know! I have already thought it over and am returning next week to buy it tout suite! After vintage, I hurried home, dealt with Trix, and then biked over to ballet to have my first class this year with M. Casati. And he is as scary as ever. I think he yelled at people to start whole exercises over because someone was doing arms wrong at least 5 times. His pointe class (since it's Monday) is definitely really hard for me. It completely wiped me out.

I met up with Aaron for dinner....COUS COUS?! Are you kidding me?! He was very worried because I was not in a particularly talking mood when I arrived. I tried my best to have an open mind (last time he tried to get me to eat cous cous, he said that it's just like rice, and I tell you friends....if you want me to like something and you say it tastes like rice, it better be RICE, because nothing else tastes like rice.) I still wasn't a fan of cous cous in the end, but the meat and the veggies that came with it, I could eat. (He likes it because it's like stew, what a turkey) The first face he made was his "OMG NINTENDO 64" face. But deep down, I know that he was super excited and the blurry photo more clearly shows his true feelings over bringing me to a restaurant of a different type of cuisine.