But really, how much for that doggy in the window?

Today we tried to go to our favorite bakery by Mouton Duvernet, but there was some strange police event taking place. They had the whole block taped up and about fifteen of them were lounging around in riot gear outside of a restaurant. No one seemed particularly stressed though, so we just wandered past and found another bakery where the owners were even friendlier. Across from the bakery was the cutest pet store I've ever seen. I'm pretty certain they only sold dogs because there were so many tiny puppies playing in the window. It was beyond precious.

After lunch, Kelley and I tried to find the last museum we need for the culture and civ class. We spent about an hour on the metro getting to the outskirts of the city and came up in the middle of the ghetto. I'm not exaggerating here-- there was trash and dirty diapers everywhere and people were just chilling on street corners and all the buildings were HLMs. We halfheartedly looked for the museum, but we got back on the metro pretty quickly. We might try again later when there is more daylight and we're not wearing dresses in an area dominated by Muslim families. Nothing shouts tourist like two light-haired girls in sundresses with backpacks looking for signs that point to a museum.

Later on we went to watch the Eiffel tower sparkle and met a Californian girl who was actually from Mississippi named Tess. Once we got tired of fending off the champagne-sellers and a really persistent homeless man who kept coming back for wine, we headed back to the fiap.