Day 36: How much bread can a girl eat?

So, after falling asleep last night to Harry Potter, getting up at 2am, getting myself actually ready for bed, and then finally falling asleep...I found it impressive that I could wake myself up this morning. Nonetheless, I was successful in making myself presentable enough to go out on the treacherous trek to the kitchen. Having decided that the flea market was just NOT going to happen today, our morning was spent munching on cookies, and for me, essentially eating an entire baguette with butter. Did I feel sick? I'll just let you guess. We chatted for several hours with our host family until they left and then we continued to chat, sipping on slightly watery coffee.

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A very traditionally unproductive day, the evening consisted of a beautiful dinner that will go down as one of the most French experiences I have had in my lifetime.

Before dinner though, Anna and I speed-walked to &otherstories to take a perusal of their sale section, quickly attaching ourselves to the same glittery black socks. We really are morphing into the same person. What can I say!?

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Heading to Le Relais de l'Entrecôte for steak-frites, we were quickly ushered from the line to the perfect table. I have never had such wonderful seating luck. Still within the bounds of the restaurant (i.e. not outside seating), we sat in cushioned chairs right on the cusp with a little wall giving us some privacy from others. Looking out onto the street which was right off of Boulevard Saint-Germain des Près, I felt pretty darn lucky. Then the food experience was set into action. This place only has one menu item: a fresh salad with the mustard-ish French dressing and walnuts followed by steak-frites with a delightfully mysterious and completely tantalizing butter-herb sauce. The only question that was asked in regards to the meal was how we wanted our steak cooked. "A point" we both said. The waitress made some scribbles on the table indicating the desired cook, and then the ball was rolling. Out came steak that melted in my mouth like butter and fries that were perfectly thin and golden. After serving us round one, the waitress came back around to serve us round two of the perfect butter sauce, heavenly fries, and slightly pink steak. Pinch me, I must be DREAMING.

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After our lovely experience, we leisurely made our way back towards the Marais for the bal des pompiers...French firemen are HOT. Unfortunately, by the time we arrived, the line was so long that we waited in it for more than an hour. As it approached midnight, we felt that it was time to call it quits. We did get to see the scene from the outside so I'll just check it off anyways. Truly enjoying the time to chat, we just told stories and made up hypothetical situations until returning to the apartment and calling it a night.