Le Printemps in Paris

It is a wet and rainy day today in paris. It is a sunday. On Sunday everything is closed, its astonishing. One would think that in a big famous city like Paris that everything would be open 7 days, but it is not so. Some things are open, but the vast majority are closed. One of the good things about living in the Marais is that because of its large Jewish population many stores that shut on Saturday are open on Sunday, so it is not as bad as in the rest of the city. But its the worst when the Sunday is also wet because usually the only things to do on a sunday are outdoorsy kind of things like walking in the park, etc. So you lose the ability to do these as well. As a result we have spent the last 3 hours cradling our single coffee at a cafe in the Latin Quarter, while watching people scurry past under their umbrellas.

My housemate Oskar has started regularly working at a Canadian bar in Odeon. He is having a good time because it is a fun environment with lots of friendly people. The only problem is that the pay is not too great and tips are almost non existant in France. Last night I went to the bar to watch a game of ice hockey which was very enjoyable and I think by the time I finish living with Oskar I'll have a pretty good understanding of the game. Oskar is a Canadian from Toronto, his father is Swedish and his mother is Mexican. He speaks Spanish, English and resonable French. But he is definitly Canadian. He loves ice hockey, and sport in general and his humour and drinking ability would make an Australian proud.

Today is a lazabout day and tomorrow we're going to do our laundry. How exciting! Paris.