Les dimanches

Last weekend was the first Sunday of the month. That won't mean much to many, but if you are a piss-poor student living in Paris for a short period of time you will know it as the day when everything is free to visit! In the words of Brian Butterfield, you can literally do anything for 24 hours. Not quite, but last Sunday 6th March it was pretty roasting for end-of-Parisian-winter standards so we actually went outside and had a bit of a nosey about, exactly four weeks after we'd last bothered to do it.

We then commenced the longest walk I'd walked in a fair while, from the Arc de Triomphe and down the Champs Élysées, down to the Seine at Pont Alexandre III and along to the Notre Dame, via the Petit Palais and a cheeky wander outside the Louvre. Then a pop into the Shakespeare + co., before a quick tour of the crypts in the Panthéon finishing up with tea and merangue in the 5e.

'Sup Rousseau, how's tricks?

Yesterday (tuesday) I had a few over in the evening to my tiny room for a pancake feast ! They were all very successful, my final one being a particular masterpiece:

Lemon juice, banana, blueberry jam, apricot jam and sugar, heart attack :)

More importantly, it was International Women's Day aswell. I had a gander at the Guardian pages celebrating 8th March and became jealous over some events that I won't be able to attend this weekend !

KM.