Ten years ago when I was living in California, every weekend I had a “Sunday funday”.
My fun usually consisted of some kind of overpriced brunch with bottomless mimosas and some time spent on the beach.
Since moving to Paris, Sundays have taken on a different meaning. Time seems more regimented here, with most people following a general schedule. Sunday is a family day, and there are lots of things for parents to do with their children on Sundays.
I don’t have any children, and I’m no longer interested in brunches with bottomless mimosas (not that that’s a thing out here anyways). Not to say that I haven’t had any fun on any Sundays since I’ve been here, but the essence of a “Sunday funday” hasn’t happened for me in a while.
Yesterday, all that changed when the sun decided to grace us with it’s presence for the WHOLE DAY!
Not only did I wake up earlier than I have in months, but I also managed to get out of the house before the late afternoon. I sat in the sun on the terrasse of my favorite restaurant and pretended like I was on vacation somewhere near a beach.
One of my nearest and dearest friends took me out for a taco lunch where the tacos were not great but while sitting outside the restaurant I was recognized by THREE different people I haven’t seen in a while. It was actually quite hilarious. My friend was like, “Wow this really IS your neighborhood!”
After lunch we took a leisurely stroll in the sun and discussed all of our fears for the future regarding current events. Real fun topics lol.
To bring the mood up we came back to my favorite restaurant for a couple of pornstar martinis with oysters as a little snack and talked about all the fun things we want to do when the weather is warmer and the days are longer.
If you want to live like a local in Paris this is it. No sight seeing. Just walking, talking, drinking, and hanging out at cafes. Also taking in as much sun as you can whenever it decides to make an appearance because we are all severely deprived of vitamin D in the winter.
Doux Comme Miel 