Eating our way through Paris.

We've been in Paris for four days now and we've surely gained 10lbs between us. Luckily all scales weigh you in kilograms and we don't know how to convert them into anything we understand so we can't stew on it too much.

Plus it is France! The land of butter and cheese! And when you are in Rome you must as the Romans do, or in this case, as the Parisiens do.

Back in the states Dre and I subscribe to burdensome Bay Area diets. She abstains from processed sugar. And I abstain from wheat (and coffee and meat). All of our friends easily accomodate this lifestyle and dinner parties are planned around each other's cleanses. :)

But all bets are off in Paris!

pain au chocolat

Everything that is bad for you is more delicious (and abundant) in France.

Yesterday we burned that croissant off climbing the dome of the Sacre Cour. We already had quite a climb to the basilica, then we paid to climb some more.

The view was stunning (and scary) and by the time we descended we were ready to rest our (shaking) legs on solid ground. After digging through the clothes bins of the markets of Montmarte, we sat at a cafe and made friends with our neighbors...

and drank a few beers.

the sun came through the trees and the feeling was pure magic.

In Paris and Amsterdam (and surely other cities) the chairs are lined up next to one another for optimal people watching. This is a brilliant trick. You get to sit shoulder to shoulder with your sweetheart while unapologetically watching the passersby.

(Psst. Psst. This is Dre. Rachel is Stare-bear, she imagines that because she cannot speak French, no one can see her and will not notice her unshakable stare. Stare-bear.)

Yesterday marked the beginning of a weekend of beautiful weather and we were so grateful to be dry and free of our umbrellas while tooling around Paris.

As the sun started to come down we climbed back up the hill for a fancy French dinner. Yelp had listed this place next to the Dali museum as being good for both omnivores and vegetarians. And it was, once I doused my tofu and vegetables with the garlicky cream sauce that came with Dre's entrecote.

Then it was off to the gay bar. For as much as the French dress in next year's fashion, they listen to last year's music.

At first we thought the outdated hits we were hearing were limited to the quirky places we were visiting. But our theory was debunked at Le Troisième Lieu. We found ourselves on the dance floor dancing to Grease and Jay-Z's Empire State of Mind.

It was kind of great.

Then we had a crepe. And a sleepless jet-lagged night. And more bread and cheese today.

the whole loaf of baguette that went with this, didn't make it to the photo shoot.

Then we went for another amazing meal at the spanish tapas place where we just had wine a few nights ago. It was pretty much heaven and we had two little French girls showing us there sunglasses and giving us kisses.

Then it was off to a Seine cruise. (Thank you, Tim.)

Followed by another crepe. :)