I could have danced all night

It was a busy weekend, full of the typical Parisian shenanigans. We had what felt like a heat wave, but upon further reflection was merely the 40s, which made going outside way easier on the layering process.

Saturday morning was a less-than-awesome orchestra rehearsal (between the cramped room and the high temperatures, the handwritten illegible music was the icing on the cake of my giggle fit).

Afterwards Guillaume and I went to our favorite café in the 18e, Chez Francis. Mmmm, went all out since we were starving (I had a steak and he had a burger, followed by an AWESOME lava cake with some sort of not sweet but creamy awesome sauce).

Sunday I tutored in the morning (rough wake-up call), then met Betsey for a flea market date. Couldn't resist buying a ton of pretty scarves ... And finally indulged in the pretty olive green Converse I've been coveting for months. They seem to be getting increasingly hard to find, so I figured it was going to be now or never.

I'm more the now type.

Then Betsey and I grabbed an afternoon hot chocolate on the Rue de Rivoli before heading toward the Opéra. We found this neat English/American bookstore. For Meg and Gennie and my my mom - little tins for making babas au rhum. It made me smile :)

As I walked up to catch the métro, the sun just happened to, you know, glance brilliantly off the Opéra's golden trimmings. No big deal.

Last night I went to see My Fair Lady at the Théâtre de Châtelet. [That's where I saw A Little Night Music last year, and where I'm seeing Sweeney Todd in the spring.]

The sets were beautiful, as were the costumes, and the show was wonderful. I didn't love the singing voice of the woman playing Eliza, but it was a great show. I'm almost tempted to go back ... I don't think I'll have the time though. The show was in English, with French subtitles playing, which was hilarious, since they didn't seem to do to much to demonstrate the extreme accents that make it so funny for anglophones. They did a little bit, but not nearly to the same degree.

Anyway I had a great time, and the man that played Freddie had one of the most phenomenal voices I've ever heard. I've never given 'On the street where you live' a second thought, until last night's rendition. It was also funny because there are a few choice references to the French, which were well-received by the primarily French crowd.

Stressed and tired in general, but trying to keep breathing. At a normal speed. Not into a paper bag.