I remember the 1999 eclipse really clearly. I was 4, we were up the Eiffel Tower, funny glasses on our tiny faces ready to see the sky go dark. Fast forward 15 years and by weird coincidence I’m in Paris again; we’re (Carys, Frankie, Evie) on the steps to the Sacre Couer, there’s a thick fog over the city and its cold as ever. We eat our pain au chocolats while we wait patiently. As I left the house I’d grabbed my sunglasses and a pair of 3D glasses in excitement, not that they had any purpose in this situation.
Total eclipse of a cloud
Nothing happened anyway because it was too foggy and cloudy but at least we made the effort, that’s counts towards something right? After discussing our weekend plans and walking down the hill we bidded au revoir to Evie and headed to mega-tack paradise Tati. I was looking for hair dye (bored of this caramel/brown messy dip dye/subtle ombré thing) but we left with patchouli candles and mango incense. Standard.
I couldn’t think where to get my bright hair dye, Frankie suggested Chateau D’eau because it’s full of crazy black hairdressers who sometimes stock crazy colours. I got harassed by the black men outside the metro who wanted to lead me to a hairdressers and actually went with one and repeatedly asked for ‘colouers fou!’, I was sent in the direction of MGC and the genuinely friendly shop assistants kitted me out with peroxide, a brush and a bright magenta dye and even helped me chose between the colours. I wanted a silvery purple they had on display but they didn’t have any in stock 😦 next time.
So that was my eclipse morning. Zero success with the sun and the moon but so ready to go home, do my hair and watch a tacky movie.
Aside from today I’ve had a pretty good week (with zero pictures to show for it). I met Lucie and a few of her friends at ‘Coolin’ an Irish bar on Rue Clement for St Patrick’s day. We queued for a lifetime to get a bottle of wine which is totally unirish of us but shows we’re really accepting the French culture. I went for a drive along the Champs Elysee listening to heavy Indian pop music, don’t ask. Enjoyed the rare sunny day on Wednesday and took the kids to the park on their bikes. J chose to walk and carry his rugby ball the whole way (almost half his size) but not actually play with it at the park. And yesterday I saw sophy and Chris who are on a little birthday break for a few days. We went to a bar with bargain price beers and Desparados and had a little catch up. I found my cat friend on the way home, our late night cuddles are becoming a bit of a ritual now. But you can’t hug every cat.