Whenever I get off of a Metro hitherto unseen area, I am constantly reminded about the size and diversity of this city. Tonight’s adventure was Belleville, where Daniela had spotted and recommended a Moroccan restaurant. John, Sam, Yili and I headed out there straight from class. We found the restaurant, and it turned out to be a cute little family institution, where the wife was phoned to cook in when we turned up, and the kids were doing homework on the table next to us.
The dinner was delicious, and VERY inexpensive (for Paris). I had a Tolarie curry, but the highlight entrée was Sam’s couscous dish. From there, I bolted crosstown to Charles Madeline to Erasmus, which was free for foreign students. When I showed up, I accidentally pulled out my keys and the doorman said “Désolé, je ne suis pas cette sorte de fille.” Then the admittedly scary International ID picture of me made him jump.
The club itself was fun, but I didn’t stay long, I had an early morning to look forward to with our day exploring the Chataux. We did make a quick detour to the Tour Eiffel at night (but they won’t let you go up) and then to Champs-Elysees for a quick desert.
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