2 janvier

After a good night's sleep I woke up to a breakfast of fresh croissants au chocolat from Laetitia's boulangerie (bakery). Later that afternoon Jessie met up with us and we ate a late lunch at a crêperie. Laetitia told us that crêpes come from Bretagne (Brittany in English) - a region in the northwest of France. It is cutomary to drink cidre - a hard cider fermented from apple juice - out of bowl shaped cups.

After lunch we walked around and came across a little doll house shop that Laetitia's mom Isabelle used to take her to when she was little. It was magnificent. Everything was miniature and adorable!

miniature couches!

miniature lamps!

miniature sewing baskets! miniature mannequins! miniature ironing boards!

miniature paint easels! miniature maps! miniature architectural drafting boards!

miniature sewing machines! miniature hangers! miniature reams of fabric!

miniature vases! miniature flower pots! miniature house plants!

miniature pegs for custom made furniture!

large doll house/mansions!

just look at all the trinkets! I literally felt like a kid....

everything is so adorable...

and miniature, did I mention that already?

I want that miniature fried egg so bad.

Here is the store itself:

I won't lie, I really wanted this fountain pen and invisible ink....

here is part of the display window:

Afterwards we went to Printemps, a luxurious grand magasin (department store) in the 9ème arrondisement. Inside there is a Ladurée, which is a high class pastry brand in Paris and their macarons are a slice of heaven. This photo is for Alison:

This photo was taken from the third floor glass passageway that links the two buildings together.

Here is the view from the rooftop of Printemps:

there she is! the eiffel tower that is...

Guess where this was taken? High ceilings, marble walls, chandeliers.....just your average Parisian STARBUCKS. Just joking, I mean, this really is a Starbucks but most of them are like your typical Starbucks in the States. Parisians actually like Starbucks, now that is an oxymoron I will never comprehend.