une semaine a Paris...Day 6 (the final soiree)

Today is the day that we will jam in all of the things that we did not get done all week. First stop lunch at the Palais de Tokyo a contemporary art museum in the 16th.



Along the way we pass through an outdoor market and are side tracked by a stall filled with amazing food. Beef, chicken, rice, seafood, and two hungry girls with big eyes and watery mouths.


We get to the museum and then decide to turn back to get food from the market. We devour it at the museum.
Afterwards we head to Port Montorgueil one of the best and cheapest flea markets in Paris. After a quick whirl around we leave with gloves and tights...it was really cold outside and digging through the all tables in the stalls just seemed painful.


Still needing to satisfy our appetite for vintage, Charlotte takes me to the Le 66 and hip new 3 part boutique on the Champs Elysees. They have an affordable vintage section by Kiliwatch that very much like the Kililwatch boutique is very trendy and to the pulse with the latest trends in vintage. The other parts of Le 66 is very expensive but also very cool. In my opinion this is one of the best places in Paris to see what is happening next in the progressive fashion market. Don't let the stuffy interior fool you, the staff is laid back and super friendly, definitely worth checking out.





Afterwards we figured that a nice way to cap off the week of an American girl in Paris is with greasy fries from McDonald's and a pizza from Pizza Hut, quite trashy but so so good. We meet up with Pauline and Stephan back at the house and pig out before we hit the town.




We start out at Plastic Bar to hear DJ Shazzula spin physcadellic rock and soon end up at the La Mecanique for more rock and roll. I danced so much I thought I was would never catch my breath.




After the bar closes we move to another bar were we find it too crowded for comfort. Its getting late and my flight is leaving in a couple of hours. We head back to house were Charlotte helps me get my clothes together and we both attempt to stay awake to avoid oversleeping. I loose and pass out an hour into it.

At 6am as I grab my bag and peek out one last time at the amazing view of the Eiffel Tower that I peered at night after night before I went to sleep. I was sad to leave but happy to know that I will soon come back.


It was an awesome week but New York needed me. At least the New York that exists in my world. I kiss Charlotte goodbye and run down to the cab. With a tear in my eye and satisfaction in my heart I head to the airport in the thick of the night.
A bientot Paris!