It's a bank holiday of some sort today, and everything is closed. That's one disadvantage of having to forage for myself. No doubt in a day or so when I'm less stupid with tiredness I'll find a good marche and get in some supplies. Meanwhile, on my street
there are a number of interesting looking cafes and other eating establishments, including a number of Japanese restaurants, should I develop a craving for sushi. The one about three doors down even delivers, or so it would seem from the fleet of Vespas parked outside with little cold boxes decorated with the company logo on the back.
The trip over was very, very long and uneventful. Highlight was bus-ride in from the airport, through what I realized was Montmartre. I was filled with the utmost glee. Travel squee :)
Right now I have been up for going on 28 hours and am just pushing through to avoid the worst of the jet lag. No doubt I shall awaken, starving, at about 2 in the morning. I have half a croissant left to stave off the pangs if so.
So far, I'm liking it a lot. No dog poop misadventures yet, though I have seen a lot of dogs.