Truth n° 1: I’m not a morning person. Yet, we had to get out of bed because we still had plenty of things to do, regardless of the fact that it was our last day in Paris.
Sunday was the 14th of July, the Bastille Day, or as the French call it: La Fête Nationale.
After a much needed stop by Starbucks for a Skinny latte and a Mocha to go (caffeine addicts, hello!), we resumed our walking marathon. We were curious to see the Bastille Day military parade, which opens with cadets from the Ecole polytechnique, Saint-Cyr, Ecole navale and so forth, then other infantry troops and aircrafts of the Patrouille de France aerobatics team.
Most of the streets around the Place de la Concorde and Champs Elysées turned out to be closed, thus we had to find another way to get closer to the heart of the action. Plus, let’s face it, Anita and I are not exactly tall: we needed a solution for us to see beyond the crowd!
Eventually, we decided to climb on the metro station barriers (although Anita showed more audacity than me)in order to see what was going on.
Truth n°2: Uniforms are sexy. Now, let’s talk about this for a sec: men in uniforms. There is something about it, from military to police or pilot. Am I the only one thinking it’s totally hot? Anita has more of a mixed feelings approach. Well, who can blame her, I mean, she’s married. I don’t really know what it is about uniforms, maybe the serious look it gives, or the sharpness of it, or the “Captain save me” perception, in any case, it’s a complete turn on.
Bearing that in mind, we soon realised some of these handsome boys were actually wandering around in the middle of the crowd too, so of course we had to have our pictures taken together with them!
Time flies when you’re having fun. We already had to leave our new buddies to go to the brunch we had booked. It was Anita who suggested a place called Mamie Green, a vegan & organic restaurant. On the internet, their brunch was qualified as “Bikini Brunch”, so, supposedly lighter than other brunches around and therefore bikini-friendly. In theory, this was perfect for us gals, as we had been over-eating for the previous 2 days.
Oh well, one can always dream of having the perfect bikini body. But I’m not the type to say no to a brunch for the sake of it! We sat at one of their little metal tables on the sidewalk, facing the Parc Majorelle, and started to enjoy the good stuff. The menu consisted of a smoothie, coffee or tea, pancakes, scrambled eggs & salad, and a slice of cheesecake. Ok, so at this point you realise the brunch wasn’t what I would have called “bikini friendly”, but it was so. damn. good. I’ll pay for my sins later.
