When Jarred and I found out we would be moving to Paris it seemed like everyone talked about how chic and glamorous this city is. It seems to be known for fashion and it does feel like everyone around here has way more time invested in their appearance while doing small tasks. I mean right outside of our apartment you can easily see a seventy year old woman walking her dog in heels and a fur coat. I mean REALLY?? Back home I run to the mailbox in a house coat and slippers. Now granted I am praying to Jesus please do not let anyone see me, but still...it happens!
The point in my comment is we Americans have one little task that I feel we could teach these Parisians a little chicness. What is that you might ask?? Well, going to the grocery store and hauling your groceries home. That's right! You heard me.
Last night we had went to a museum and then to dinner with friends and on the way home I offered to stop at the market and pick up a few things we needed at home. I was a little more dressed up than usual because of our afternoon/evening plans. So there I am at the market with my fashionable jacket, dressy jeans, and clogs (I said somewhat dressed up!). Now, when you walk up to the line you have to unload your groceries from the basket and put them on the belt (like in America...hang in there), then the cashier simply runs the groceries across the scanner and gives you a total. (it must be noted the cashiers do not dare get off their stools in this task!) Now, you have to sack up all your groceries and if you forgot your reusable tote you get to pay for their plastic Wal-Mart like sacs. Now I say Wal-Mart like because they are tiny and clear. Not frosty, clear. And, not everything fits. I point this out because if you need any personal items...they are no longer personal in this process! Ha!
Now I am worked up into a half sweat sacking up all our groceries and paying in my winter bundle and I am headed out the door. This is when I realize I must blog about this. I am walking down the gorgeous, chic streets of Paris headed home in my "dressy" clothes carrying four clear sacks of groceries in one hand and a large package of toilet paper in the other. I then realized it is quiet difficult to look and feel chic while hauling your TP home like a pack mule!!
Until Next Time,
Megan
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