Unwritten goals: I do what I want

OK so on Monday I woke up with the intention of getting out of my bed.  Instead, I didn't for quite a while.

I didn't have very many plans for my trip to Paris, so I figured staying in bed until 11 was reasonable.  I think I made the right choice.

I don't remember what I ate for breakfast, which is sketchy because I must have eaten something, right?  I can't not eat breakfast, that just doesn't work out for me.

The first thing I wanted to see was the "standard meter" on the side of a building.  It's one of the last remaining ones.  Very exciting.  Here's some pics.

It was actually deceptively tricky to find.  I had an address, but I walked around the neighborhood more than I should have trying to find it.

As I only had two things on my list of things to do in Paris (besides go see the Eiffel Tower at night *shout out to Thomas Rhett--I don't need a woman to die a happy man*), I obviously set my map to take me from number 1 -the standard meter, to number 2 -the shakespeare and company bookstore.

However, on the way, I got super lucky and came across Mundalinga (or something to that effect) that is a language museum!  I stayed there and watched all the videos and stuff for probably 2 hours, because I didn't really have anything else to do.  Here are the only things I took pictures of in the museum.

I have to align these left so I can put a caption on the next one; I'm really sorry for not being consistent with my alignments.

We are literally named after "short" just btw family.

 I don't think this is the real Enigma, but if it was I am a very lucky person.  It had a lot of locks on it and was tucked into a little cave in the corner.

After I left the museum I had every intention of going to the pizza place the woman recommended when I asked her where the best place to eat was.  But then I saw a crepe-man on the street and I was so hungry (maybe I didn't eat breakfast?) that I bought a crepe from him.  Unfortunately, it took forever because he had to stir up new batter, but I had a nice chat with him about what I was doing in Paris and what kinds of things I'm studying and my career goals.  #french

Here's a selfie of me eating that crepe walking down the street.  It's center-aligned because I'm trying to ruin your life.

From there I walked actually quite a ways to make it to the rive gauche to go to the Shakespeare and Company bookstore.  Though I won't deny that I stopped in like 20 different stores on the way there, because I do what I want, and literally no one could stop me.

I will say that I was very disappointed in the bookstore.  Buzzfeed made it sound awesome, but it was actually just so crowded that you couldn't look at anything.  And you weren't allowed to take pictures inside.

At this point, I just kind of wandered aimlessly for a while around the rive(s) until I thought maybe it would be fun to eat some food again.  So I bought a gyro out of a window (which was actually an unwritten goal of mine).  Though honestly, I went inside, but I could have ordered through the window.

It was good, but I would have gone to that man with the shich tawouk on St. Catherine if he existed in Paris too.  He doesn't.  Here's me trying to be nonchalant about taking a selfie with this guy's restaurant.  Not the most flattering, and you can't really see my gyro, but then I got so busy eating it that I didn't take any more.

Here's some aimless wandering pics.  I saw a bridge with locks on it.  I didn't lock anything to it.  Obvs because my lock was otherwise occupied protecting my valuables.

I then wandered aimlessly toward the Centre Pompidou because it was on my map and why not.  The front looks really cool, but I got distracted by this guy doing some epic dancing so I only took a picture of the back of the building.  Please find them both below:

After I left the Centre, I wandered around some more.  I was tired of walking and all I wanted to do was go to a movie.  But I was like "no Sara, you can't just go to a movie, you're in paris" then I remembered that I do what I want.  And I took myself to see The Martian and I drank and Schweppe's.  I had every good intention to go see the Eiffel Tower afterwards, but I didn't want to.  So I bought this chocolate fondant:

and I sat in my bed and ate it.  Then I went to sleep.  Oh, I took a shower first and it was surprisingly excellent.  I would replace my ridiculous non-draining apartment shower for this hostel shower that you had to press the water button every 30 seconds in a heartbeat.  That's a complex sentence, you might have to read it a few times.  I did.  But note that I'm leaving it.