Being a Tourist

I wrote this yesterday night, but the internet died as I was posting it:

Last night, Molly, Steven and I went to this really amazing place for dessert. Molly and I shared three desserts and Steven had none because he's a vegan and they aren't allowed to eat good food. The desserts were fabulous.

We also bought Canadian maple syrup for the pancakes we made this morning. Nothing in France is really open on Sunday unless it's in a tourist area, so things have to be bought on Saturday. Or you can just go hungry, but I actually like food. It's a law that you have to remain closed on Sunday. Sounds like a great way to boost the economy.

Molly and I were tourists today and walked around everywhere. First, we ventured to Sacre Coeur. One of the artists tried to convince us that we should let him draw us for free because Molly's French was so good. (I'm guessing he would draw us for free and then demand money from us if we wanted the actual picture.) He then saw my ring and went "Oh no! Are you engaged?" and when I replied in the negative he said, "Good, because I love you." I suppose this is the point where I should have said, "I'm not engaged; I'm married," but I chose to walk away instead. It worked and no further declarations of love were made to me throughout the day.

We also traveled to the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the Eiffel Tower. My monthly metro pass has come in handy. Pictures shall eventually be posted on facebook. When we came back, Molly's Moroccan friend, Mimi, needed help with her English project. She's studying advertising and the topic was Victoria's Secret. I don't believe I've ever heard the word "sexy" used so much in a project for school before. That must be one interesting class.