Paris: Day Thirteen

Do I even need to mention that I woke up late? Well, I just did... so... yeah. I finalized my plans for my departure the next day and made off to Notre Dame Cathedral. Before I left for my trip someone told me that the Paris metro utilized a complicated system, but they are obviously an idiot because I had no problem (and couldn´t remember having a problem last time I was in Paris).

I got to Notre Dame and felt intense déjà vu. It´s so weird to think little tomboy(er) Tanya was at that exact location 5 years ago. I hadn´t enjoyed Paris then but I was definitely enjoying it this time...

I walked around the courtyard a bunch before I went inside. I noticed a few things: London and Paris (and Rio de Janeiro) are the city of lovers. Everyone´s coupled up and walking arm-in-arm (cute) and making out (not cute). London and Paris are fairly clean. I had yet to see any rats - although I know they exist. Lastly, I saw this NASTY dude with DISGUSTING pigeons (I acquired a pigeon phobia awhile back, remember?) before I went in the cathedral.

The inside was nice. Duh. Not much else to say about it really... I decided to peruse Paris a bit more before I had to return to meet Bobo. I found myself in little quaint nooks and crannies. It was loverly.

On my way back, some old dude yelled at me for taking pictures in the metro station - because I´m obviously going to use them for evil purposes. Old pissed off French dudes are funny. For the most part, people left me alone - which was wonderful. I love alone time now.

I met Bobo at our usual spot on the stairs (aww, we have a spot!) and lounged at the apartment for awhile. As we were fussing with some lamp that wouldn´t turn on, I "fixed" the "problem" and Plus gushed "Plus! Not just a pretty face!" HA! I LOVE MAGGIE! I kept repeating that back and laughing. We were full of one-liners our whole time together and loved repeating them. Other top faves: "Yeah, my fucking ballsack!" (Fernanda) "How could you... NAZI... it?" (Me)

We headed off to our farewell dinner and it was wonderful. We shared a bottle of Rosé and some French cuisine. We beasted. We got dessert(s). We beasted again. It was great conversation - as it usually is with my Plus. Dogs walked in and out of the restaurant - one of which had the biggest dog-bunghole Maggie or I had ever seen! Plus (because she loves me so very much, duh) got me a Chupa Chups for my plane ride the next day. It was "Peaches and Cream" flavor. Clearly, many 112 and gay jokes were made... Then we made our trip back to the shmapartment:

We saw that weird metro advert with the dude finnagling the man´s nipples and Maggie joined in on the fun! Oh! And! I´m so bummed. I accidentally erased the video I took of Maggie on this broken chair as we waited for the metro. It was fucking squeaking and breaking everytime she moved. People were GLARING at her because it was so loud. In true Tanya fashion, I kept asking her to squirm about as I took video and laughed me ass off. DAMN ME FOR DELETING IT! I suck turds.

Speaking of sucking turds, I am really going to miss Maggie. We got sentimental toward the end and as we fell asleep. Maggie claimed she was going to have a nervous breakdown when I left. I told her to mourn me and lament me so much she could not eat. Honestly, Plus has been more than hospitable and lovely to me. I've felt a strong connection with her since the first time we really spoke. I fucking love that girl. If I had the funds, I´d go back and visit her like, I dunno, tomorrow... She´s a great, beautiful, intelligent, funny broad. I love her style and I love her person. If you don´t know my Plus, it definitely sucks for you.