I have said it many times now. Slow day. And I feel that my body needs it. All small week spots on my body are tingling and are telling me to sleep.
Second day in Paris. I just got two pastries in Charbon. A café on Rue Oberkampf which dates from the time of the second empire of Napoleon III. The waitress is amazing. I was asking so much about the pastries and I got half of two. And both are delicious. Clafoutis aux cerises and Tarte meringue au citron. Her favorite was the lemon (citron) one, told me it was really sweet. She was right, and right. Amazing. Creamy, almost like a cheesecake with soft Maräng (don’t know the word in English, but it’s the white part of the egg whipped) on the top. The other one: sour cherries. Started to like sour cherries in Budapest and realizing I really do like it. The bottom of this cake almost tastes like a owen baked pancake (Swedish thing, Ungspankaka, E – if your reading this, yes, more kaka ;))
Yesterday I met up with M and went to his place to leave my bag and then went to meet up with JG. M lives in a hipster area. We went to a pretty hipster bar. Budapest will soon be crowded with them, it’s just the right place. The hipster culture is taking over the world. Crazy.
Going to finish my cakes (and it’s soooo much! I thought thay made a mistake by giving me to whole pieces of cake.) and then of to one of two museums. Merci.
And yeah, yesterday I strolled around close to the station, near to Bastille and sat by the water in the sun until it started raining and was going to meet up with my French brothers.
And also, I had my fist glas of wine round 3 in the afternoon when I tried to ask for WiFi and then coffee and they ignored the coffee and thought I said WiteWine not Wí-Fí as they say it. Sweet. I said Merci and drank my wine.
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