Surprisingly enough, emerging from the catacombs, our appetites were very much intact, and we went in search of a nice cafe (you come out the other end in rather a nice neighbourhood).
On the recommendation of a fellow traveller, we found a place that served what we found to be a most excellent combination: crepes and cider. And what an array of crepes there were! They were offering something like €8 for a glass of cider and a crepe, which was a pretty good deal for Paris. After settling on a blue cheese and walnut gallette (which was amazing), I guess I must have been sick of snobby waiters scoffing at english language, so ordered in French. I asked for a bottle of cider, probably force of habit from far to much Monteiths deliciousness, and the waiter came out with an enormous 1L bottle! It was fairly strong stuff too, so we ended up feeling quite the buzz in the middle of the day. Oops.
The cafe also had some really cool decor going on, I really wish I could remember what it was called as it was by far one of the best meals I had in Paris!
After waiting for the longest time for the cyclists to arrive for the Tour de France, we realised just how long we had been ingnoring our stomachs, and that we were in dire need of something to prevent a full blown, hulk-esque, hangry explosion. We found the nearest food vendor we could, and paid probably 3 or more times more than anywhere else in Paris for some Crepes, but it didn’t matter. We needed food ASAP.
It seems we struck gold with the chosen food vendor, when I asked if I could take a photo (with eating crepes in France seeming like a sufficiently documentable bucket list item) she said “No no no, YOU must make it!” and pulled me round to have my own go. Needless to say, I completely botched it. There’s some serious technique inolved in making a giant crepe with those little stick things! But it was fun nonetheless!
One of the great things about being an exchange student is that you are surrounded by people from all different countries who are in the same boat as you – being in a brand new country and not knowing anyone. Which of course makes for instant friendships. It also means that you have to celebrate every single public holiday/festival in the world.
Our first such celebration was La Chandaleur, also known as Crepe day in English. It is usually celebrated 40 days after Christmas. About half of the exchange students are French-speaking (from France, Belgium, Canada) so it was only fitting we celebrate a French holiday first!
Initially, we were informed that it is a day early in February, this year falling on the 2nd, where everyone eats Crepes. Naturally, those of use who had never heard of it asked why it is celebrated, which drew a number of blanks. After consulting with Wikipedia we learned it was a religious holiday, celebrating the presentation of Jesus at the Temple. It is typically celebrated with a feast and in France, which means Crepes!
So the French members of our Skjoldhoj Kollegiet family made a huge and delicious collection of crepes, which were complemented very nicely with delicious European wines!