Blueberry jam!

Today marks the third day my teacher hasn't returned journals and I've had to write on looseleaf. The horror. After an hour or so of writing, we went to the neatest restaurant for breakfast/brunch. It was called Le Pain Quotidien, and the food was so good. I ordered hot chocolate, and they brought a bowl of hot milk and a tiny pitcher of melted fudge that you mix together yourself. Delicious! They also had realllly good blueberry jam and a hazelnut butter spread that almost beat nutella. The place was set up sort of like a castle with exposed beams, raw wooden tables, and stone floors. Then, because it's STILL raining, we went to the shopping gallery by Palais Royale to do some more writing, people watching, and window shopping. This is the place of all places to window shop. You're basically in an indoor alley way that connects a couple different buildings and all the shops have huge windows where they casually display ancient books and 230€ shoes that positively shout your name. After a quick trip back to the FIAP for a power nap and another layer of clothes to combat this froideur, we're off to Montmartre. Molly heard of a restaurant where you drink wine out of baby bottles and listen to live jazz. Even if it is a wash, there is no way we can escape the night without some gelato so it's bound to be a success.