But why THREE lawyers?!

So my friend Molly came through Paris on Friday, and I picked her up from Gare du Nord and brought her back to my tiny closet. Test one for visitors. It was lots of fun to have her here -- we took French together at Binghamton (and did orchestra, and pit orchestra, etc), and now she's an assistant too (in Abbeville, near Amiens).

SHE BROUGHT ME REESES PEANUT BUTTER CUPS!!! A true Halloween :) She found them while she was in London with friends. I was ecstatic, as you might imagine.



We spent the afternoon wandering around near the Bourse (Sydney had found a market there, but after we checked that out, we wandered). On our way to Montorgeuil, which I have previously mentioned, we saw this store, and both Molly and I could only think of that LaFontaine poem that Coates made us recite.



This isn't the first time I've seen these sorts of political headquarters, but here's the Socialist hangout. I think it might also mark the dividing line between the first and second arrondissements, but that might just be the headquarters for the two, so I'm not positive. At any rate, imagine the reactions if we had these in the US! QUELLE HORREUR haha.



In the windows of one bakery, they had these adorable pigs. MMMMMM. What would PETA say?



Molly and Sydney, with their pig. Which they ate. THEY ATE A WHOLE PIG. Turns out they're filled with chocolate. Who knew?



So perhaps this is because I have so many friends in law school, but avocat can mean lawyer, or avocado. You can imagine my surprise when I realized that they were selling three whole lawyers for 3 euros! THREE WHOLE LAWYERS! I wish I could say that I hadn't thought of lawyer first, but that would be a lie.



The old market at Les Halles. They don't use it anymore (they built a huge underground mall here), but this is much prettier.



As promised [Dave], my new favorite store. I can imagine such a great "Who's on first?" routine with this. "Where'd you get your shirt?" - "Oh, at Pfft." -"Where?!" - "Pfft."

Cracks me up just thinking about it.



Molly's only request for her Paris visit was a falafel sandwich and baklava, which I knew we could find in the Latin quarter (she spent a semester in Morocco, so it makes more sense). Anyway, the restaurant had this posted on the door. Call me crazy, but Sodexho doesn't exactly reassure me.



Pictures from my Halloween adventure to follow!