Stealing away to a foreign country is exciting in itself—but having an entire day “of nothing planned” at my fingertips is an unusual and amazing feat. Instead of whiling it away lazily on a couch with cable—here we were in Paris!
We started the day off with a lovely slow breakfast at Café le Bosquet, just a walk away from the Eiffel Tower. We sat on the café patio, steps from the sidewalk, tucked out of the drizzle (yep, still raining), and soaked up our existential continental breakfast (coffee with milk, croissant, butter and jam). Considering the notorious American stories of “bad service” in Paris, I think it may be simply misunderstood. It’s a slower pace than any Silicon Valley rush-junkie is used to (like me). There is a definitive tonal difference to your day when you sit and watch people go by, whilst waiting patiently for a coffee with milk vs. standing in a loud, clanging, bustling line at Starbucks and rushing out the door with a to-go cup.
And after reading Mr. Steve’s book, it was clear; Parisians have their own rhythm. The worst thing you can do … is rush this city.