The Best Crepes in Paris

On Friday night, after spending the day at Versailles, we wanted to get some more cheese and baguettes and have a picnic dinner on a pedestrian bridge. Apparently lots of people hang out on this bridge at night, play music, eat food, drink wine... But we got back pretty late and we were exhausted, so by the time we went back out all the boulangeries were closed. We went by the bridge, but we'll have to wait for another night to join in the fun.

Oh yeah, and this happened:

The next morning we were on a mission. Emily's guidebook encouraged her to find a place called Creperie Josselin, which apparently serves the best crepes in Paris (and consequently the world?). It took us a while to find it, but as soon as we got close we knew which one it was. On a street full of creperies, it was the one with a line out the door.

The line moved fast, and soon we had...

Oh man. You don't even know how epic this crepe was. It had spinach and some kind of French cheese inside it! The bacon was perfect! The crepe was buttery! It was like some kind of religious experience. I can confirm that these are the best crepes in Paris, and I don't even need to try all the other ones to know.

The cider was also delicious, and came in the cutest little jug. We ordered an apple crepe to share for dessert, but it was gone before anyone had time to take a picture of it.

We were going to go to the Catacombs next, but by the time we got there the line was so long that the attendants were warning people that it would probably be closed by the time we got to the door. We decided to put it off until Tuesday, when we'll have some extra time.

We hopped back on the Metro, where we were promptly accosted by French police. Apparently we had made a mistake when we bought our last round of tickets, and accidentally bought the half-price children's tickets. We had to pay a 25 euro fine. Each. That was both intense and extremely annoying. We had to recover by going shopping.

We went to the Bon Marche, which was a little out of our price range. Down the street, Stellar got herself some high heels and I bought the cutest suit jacket.

Cool, huh? It's the first time I've worn a jacket and didn't feel like I was dressing up in my Dad's clothes.

We went out with a pub crawl last night. We hit it off right away with two guys: Matt and Adrian. Matt flirted with Emily all night, and I latched on to Adrian. He was Australian and very hot. At the second bar, when he was sitting with me and Stellar, he leaned in and said, "So... I have a confession to make. I'm actually a closet gay." When I asked him why he was telling some girls he had just met in a bar, he said, "I don't know how my family will react, so I guess you're my experiment."

Stellar, who was quite drunk, yelled, "WHAT?"

"He's a closet case!" I yelled in her ear.

"WHAT?"

"HE'S GAY!"

Stellar turned to Adrian and beamed. "That's AWESOME!" she screamed, "We love gay people in Portland!"

We promptly made him our gay friend for the rest of the night, and found other guys to hit on. On the way out of the bar I said to him, "So, I also have a confession. Mimi and I are super-shy and bad at flirting. Emily and Stellar are trying to teach us how to be more outgoing. You were my experiment." He laughed and said that I had been doing a good job. It's just my luck that I was barking up the wrong tree.

By the fourth bar, we were all well buzzed and we danced until 1AM. It was a fantastic night out in Paris. Back at the hotel I chugged most of a liter of water and passed out. Today we're getting a late start, but hopefully we'll fit in the Musee de Orsay and the Eiffel Tower.