I have to mention this little story as a word of caution to those visiting Paris. There are several people who hang out near touristy areas clutching clipboards. They claim to be working for charitable organizations but in reality, they're scammers. They'll ask you if you want to help sick children or aid the blind and the deaf and present you with a petition to sign. They purposely approach people that aren't speaking French because at the top of their petition, it will say "People who sign this sheet must pay €500," or something similar in French and they're hoping you won't be able to understand it.
My sister and I were approached by two teenaged girls who said, "Hey, do you like animals? Sign this if you want to help animals." I said, "Merci, non," and we started to walk away. The two girls followed us down the block and one of the girls while saying, "Sign this!" simultaneously grabbed my arm so I yelled back, "Non! Don't touch me!" and jerked my arm away. That scared her and her little accomplice enough that they finally backed off. She was the most aggressive clipboard girl I'd ever come in contact with. I'd just like fellow travelers to be aware so that nothing happens to you that will ruin your trip. Just ignore these freaks and say no. They want to be lazy jerks who steal other people's hard earned money and it's not right. Get a job, losers.
That being said, today's post is all about our last day in Paris. What a segue, huh? Ha.
read all about Le Relais. I'll just quickly summarize here: basically, this restaurant serves one dish, steak-frites. You get to choose your drink, the doneness of your steak, and your dessert, that's it. If you don't like steak-frites, don't come here. If you do, please go. They serve a delicious mustard vinaigrette-dressed salad to start and then bring you half of your portion of steak-frites. The rest are kept at a warming station. Once you've finished your first round, the cutely dressed waitresses will bring you your second helping. It's awesome.
I have to mention that we always go with medium, or "a point." The couple next to us had "B.C." scribbled on their table, which means "bien cuit," which translates to well done. I like to be preachy about not judging people on their food choices but cooking a steak well done is just rude. A cute cow died for your meal and you're ruining the meat! Please, I beg of you, if you're a well done person, just eat chicken.
After that, we picked up our bags and headed to the airport. Our experience with XL Airways on our way home was decent. The only complaint I have is that the evening before, I got an email saying that our flight was delayed two hours. A couple hours later, I got a second email saying the flight was on time. I checked online to make sure so we assumed the flight wasn't delayed. We showed up to the airport with our fingers crossed and yes! It was on time. However, there was one kid who thought it was still late so we ended up parked at the gate for an extra 20 minutes to wait for him, which was stupid. Other than that, it was actually kind of nice because we ended up in the 'extra legroom' cabin. There was a mix up and the type of plane we boarded was different from what they originally thought so they had to move a bunch of people around. We just got lucky.
So that's it for my Parisian adventures and now I'm all done with France-related blogging. Funnily enough, I was only there for a little over a week but it's taken a month to pump out all of these posts. I guess words and photos take up a lot of space. Or at least my words and photos take up a lot of space.
So, where am I heading next? Well, I've got a bachelorette party in Miami next month and then I'm heading to Turks & Caicos in October. I'm also ready to think about next year's big trip. Baby sister has already thrown Italy into the ring so that's a big possibility. In the meantime, I'll be sharing DIYs and planning posts and other fun things - or things that I personally find fun. Thanks for reading!