Once back in Paris we stopped at a local grocery store to grab food for our dinner picnic. We met up with Lexie, who had just finished her first day of work, and a few friends in the park.
As dusk set, we leisurely snacked on our potluck dinner, watching the Tower light up with the darkening sky. Since it was a Thursday after stuffing out bellies we headed in for the night.
Friday was spent shopping around the Mommart, and what we believed to have been Mommart, and helping Lexie with a few odds and ends.
Saturday afternoon I met up with Morgane and Tibo and strolled along an old Aqueduct that has been turned into a park or recreational trail that is like stepping into a whole other world filled with lush greenery as opposed to the concrete city below. That evening we all celebrated Lexie’s Birthday at a bar that made these fabulous cocktails out of fresh fruit and infused alcohols.
Sunday was Ali’s last day and so we celebrated by wandering around the city, stopping by a gluten free bakery. We each had different agendas for the afternoon, so I went to the Palais Tokyo to see the last day of Lexie’s exhibition. There are many different exhibits on display at once, all vying for your attention. There was a special guest speaker to whom the majority of the visitors and camera crews were drawn. Personally, I understood not one aspect of what was going on and obliviously continued my visit of the space. It was quite fun to see Lexie’s name on the curatorial wall again. The exhibit was displayed in stages like a mystery novel, with a different curator responsible for each chapter. Since I went on the last day it was open, I was able to read the whole “book” from start to finish. It was a very clever exhibit and I enjoyed the unique way in which it was presented.
We finished the day with dinner at Lexie’s favorite restaurant, where the chefs make approximately three or four different special dishes a night and you pick your preferred option. If I remember correctly I had the cod fish in a carrot foam and we all split a nut cream dessert. While reading the menu, nothing appears to be that fancy, nor that far from the ordinary; however, the food that arrives on the table is artistic genius. They are combinations that I would never have thought to put together and in ways that I could not possibly recreate at home. All in all it was a fabulous meal and a perfect send off for Miss Slack.
I went on to spend two more days in Paris; yet, in theme of seeing more of France I traveled to two different cities, limiting my physical time in the grand Paris.