A mere 17 hours after leaving Ouagadougou in a tearful mess I'm now pecking away on a French keyboard with LJ in Spanish. Something about wandering around a beautiful city in late summer is helping me forget the guilt and the sadness.
So my strategy of trying not to look like a tourist by wearing a decent dress and carrying around my bright pink leather laptop bag seems to be working as several people have asked me for directions. No real plans today except to enjoy the sunshine. Of course I went shopping. Maybe it's the plastic Monoprix (the French equivalent of Target) bag I'm carrying around that makes faking a Parisian life more plausible?
So far I've bought:
° 1 pair of silicon egg poachers (below)
° 3 pairs of undies in anticipation of a laundry crisis
° 1 hot pink patterned kitchen apron
° 1 set of bright yellow square notecards with matching envelopes
° 3 books for MoBob in French from a used bookstore (where the owner thought I was Brazilian) including the Bob Woodward book on 9/11