Thursday, October 23, 2008

Saturday 18-10 - Bass baby

After the Friday night everyone slept in. The house woke up at midday. I went out to get some croissants from the corner bakery. Our lunch was cereal, followed by croissant and melted cheese, followed by apples and peaches.

Lunch croissants

Yoann wanted to buy a bass guitar. The best place to get a stringed instrument was in Pigalle, home of the Moulan Rouge. By the time we got out the door it was already 4 O´clock. He was right though about the place. There were streets dedicated to guitar stores. There were stores and stores that sold only Basses. I was in awe. It was almost as good as the street that sold only comics. Almost.

We looked around the large bass stored until he found an instrument he coudn´t resist. A fender jazz bass. It really was a thing of beauty. He was stilling making up his mind, so we all kept walking up the street. Everyone was peckish. So we stopped for some greasy snacks to tide us over until dinner. Samosas and dumpings.

Janelle and I walked up the street to find a scarf shop she had seen, while Yoann went to buy the bass. The streets were packed as we shoved our way past the stagnant crowd. Everywhere people were standing looking at maps or taking photos or just standing. I got annoyed at them. We couldn´t find the shop in the end. We met around the metro station.

Poor Yoann carried the guitar and bass amp all the way home. Back at the house Janelle and Yoann excitedly tore open the packaging like a birthday present.

The new baby

Dinner was awesome Japanese. I thought back to Itsu. There was sushi, sushimi and meat on sticks. They were all good except for the final stick, beef and cheese. It tasted like an entire block of cheese that half melted and wrapped in a slice of beef. Interesting. The rest was great though.

By the time dinner was done it was half 11. Apparently the metro finishes just after midnight. That didn´t leave much time to get to the far out places we had planned to visit, and even less time to get back. Yoann told us the night buses were no good for getting back. So we decided to try our luck at drinking the next night.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

bow chicka wow wow wocka wocka

i thought things like no trains after midnight only happened in perth, not paris :/

- helen

Emma Lurie said...

I know!! so unexpected and aweful.