A Parisian glimpse

I am back. It has been long since I have written. I have so many thoughts to share since I last wrote but it is late and I have new hours at work (a more convenient 8-430) so there will be more later. I just wanted to share this little anecdote about my trip. The essential travelling moment. I was in the neighbourhood that my hotel was in, just in the Latin Quarter on the border of the 15th district. The square held four cafe/restaurants and anyway that you walked you would come across shops, bakeries, chocolates, patisseries..... you name it this area has it. Anyways my story begins on one afternoon, after leaving my Mom at the hotel to change I ventured out to get us the makings of a picnic. As I was walking up the sidewalk I saw several bakeries, and something that resembled a deli, but I was a little timid to try my french. Then I saw it. A store made only of cheese. It was perfect. The perfect shop. In it was an older man, at least in his late eighties and the owner of the shop, a middle aged man with a friendly face. After venturing to communicate in a mixture of my brutal French and his fifty year old English, we decide that I need to try many of the French cheeses. Before I know it they are bringing out cheeses and cutting me chunks. Slicing thin strips of the side. It was seriously my heaven. I finally left the shop after much sampling with three delightful packages tucked away. A rich brie, which turned out to be our least favorite, a soft goats milk, and a savoury sharp cheddar. This inspired me to keep trekking and by the end of the walk I had a bottle of red wine for me, a Bordeaux; a white bottle, a Chardonnay for Mom; a baguette of the "house bread" and a bunch of delicious grapes. A  picturesque European picnic. The perfect Parisian memory.