After dinner at Le Chateaubriand, we went in search of a bar at our waiter’s suggestion, which I don’t actually think exists. So we abandoned his suggestion (for Deux Amis) and asked a few random couples (well, Angela asked them, God bless her) and one couple suggested La Mercerie, which Angela heard as La Mere Souris (mother mouse.) So we wild goose chased (in high heeled boots) La Mere Souris for about 15 minutes until Angela said the name again and Matt piped up, “Oh, I saw that word on a building a ways back!” So, we got to La Mercerie at last:
It was quiet, filled with college age types and didn’t serve wine (whaaaat?) So we ordered (Angela ordered) some cider and just hung out and chatted for a while.
that cute little glass is a Kir. I grew quite fond of them on this trip. It’s cassis or other flavored syrups added to champagne or white wine. Pretty popular as apertifs on menus all throughout France. I loved the eye-bleedingly red this little place was, but I needed a break and loved these next two black and whites. Because going black and white is the only way to make this pic something other than the color of marinara.
At around 1:30 a.m., we decided to part ways. Angela was staying at a hostel in a different district and even if we wanted her to, the possibility of her staying at our hotel was out the window, unless she wanted to spoon with us on the full sized bed. So we all headed down to the nearest metro stop together and Angela went for one line and we hung around for ours. Unbeknownst to the other, neither of us made our line. (sweet Angela had to rent a bike and ride to her district!) The signs showed that another train was coming, but suddenly the sign just turned off. Metro was closed. Only a few straggling teens hung around down there so after sitting, exhausted for a while, Matt and I decided that we didn’t have much choice but to try to find a cab. It was about 2 a.m. by this point.
And there she was: a half-crazed, fully drunk Italian woman speaking very slurred French, carrying a fast food sandwich, a bottle of water and shouting angrily at the closed Metro. We began walking in the opposite direction, but she spotted us, rushed up and started blabbering on and on, speaking very passionately about what to do about our situation. We smiled and told her we didn’t speak French and so through various crude attempts at English and sign-language, we all agreed on a few words: Taxi! You, Tour Eiffel! Me, My House! FEEFTY-FEEEFTY! (fifty-fifty – she liked that one cause it meant we’d split the cab fare) I will never be able to explain to you how crazy this woman was. On the way out of the metro, she 1) Got in a fight with a guy passing by and they shouted dirty things at each other for a good minute before flipping each other off and her continuing to order us around and 2) she at one point handed her phone to Matt, telling him to talk to her friend, which he tried, but handed it back to her and said, “your friend doesn’t speak English” which she thought was simply hysterical.
I wasn’t so sure we wouldn’t be taken out to an abandoned lot somewhere and left for lost since we were at the complete mercy of a drunk. We did hear her say something to the cab driver about the Eiffel Tower so we figured if we were dropped off anywhere near it, we could find our way home.
We hopped in the back of a cab with her. Matt was squished in the middle of me and the crazy. She talked. A LOT. And very loudly to the driver the whole way. Twice she tried to get Matt and me to eat her sandwich (we didn’t) and at one point got in a fight with the cabbie about “why can’t I smoke in here?” and then asked for a kleenex to which she promptly let fly out the window. I knew I had to document this lady in some way, and so I turned on my camera in my bag to the record just to get her voice. It’s not good, it doesn’t even half-way show her insanity, and there is no picture but it’s better than nothing. So, for your listening pleasure:
When we arrived at our stop, I didn’t even want to attempt to figure out how to split the fare with this chick. So I just handed the guy a 20 and when she saw this, that I was going to pay for it all, she lunged over Matt, grabbed my head with both her hands and pulled me over to her so she could give me two very firm kisses.
Welcome to Paris.