One of my favorite memories in Paris was the day that Melissa and I went to Montmartre. Atop Montmartre sits the beautiful and unique Sacre Coeur, which is an amazing church at the highest point in Paris. After climbing up the many, many stairs to see the church and awesome view of Paris, we walked around Montmartre. There we found one of the many similiar, yet no less exciting, streets lined with food shops. We decided to pick up a snack and stopped at a little cheese shop, where we bought some cheese aux poivre and a camembert which we were told was "Tre Forte!" (the camembert was pretty forte, and it proceeded to get stronger on the trip back to London. Melissa's father ate it a day or two later for breakfast, and it positively reeked! Normally you would think it's because the cheese went bad without refrigeration, but French cheese is unpasteurized so it doesn't need to be kept cold. It was just seriously stinky, but tasted good none the less.). We also stopped to get some pain au chocolat, brioche avec sucre, dark chocolate covered orange peels, and a 3,50 Euro bottle of red wine with a screw top (because we didn't have a bottle opener) at the French wine chain, Nicolas. We found a serene little spot in a small park that lined the middle of a street in Montmartre, and sat down to enjoy our little "French" feast. Afterward we realized we had chosen a street that was was home to a large number of sex shops, which definitely explained some of the weird looks and the maybe sarcastic "Bon Apetite!" we received. It was still delicious never the less.
I think weird little memories like this are what make trips fun and exciting. I like not knowing where I am, and exploring some place new on foot. I hope Natalie and Ryan will have some good stories to tell. Knowing Ryan I know there will be.
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