it's orAnge not ORange.

and today felt like the longest day of my life.
so we went to the marche vanves today. a flea market in vanves.
and the plan was to meet at daryl's [the director of the program...in case i haven't mentioned it before) at 8:30 and we'd all go there together.
i set my alarm clock for 6:30 (hella early, i know, but i like to hit snooze at least 3-4 times before waking up.) but i was planning to wake up by 7:30.
at 8:00, i suddenly woke up and realized that there was no way i'd be making it to ecole militare (where daryl's apartment is) by 8:30.
i couldn't call anyone because we were out of minutes, so i decided to just get ready and meet everyone at the market (i had figured out where it was...or at least where i hoped it was).
so i was just going to wing it and hope someone would call me soon (because i can receive calls without it using up my minutes).
so i got on the 13 metro and headed to porte de vanves.
it was a pretty quiet and uneventful metro trip and not too crowded.
except for the asian sitting next to me who decided to make a joint on the metro.
really though. she pulled out a little filter (i didn't know what it was a first)
but then she pulled out the paper (and i was thinking "oh...it she really making a...")
and then she pulled out a bag of weed (yes, she was making a joint)
only in paris.

anywho...i got to the market and no one was there and no one had called me.
so i decided to go to an atm and maybe find an orange store so i could by more minutes.
i didn't see a store nearby, so i went into a pharmacy and asked for help.
our conversation went a little like this:
me: bonjour!
lady at counter: bonjour mademoiselle, comment est-ce que je peux vous aider?
me: uh....um...est-ce que....uh...is there an...orange (pronounced like the american "orange") store nearby?
lady: pardon?
me: an orange (still american) store? nearby? (at this point i held up my phone)
lady: ORange? c'est orAnge (how the french pronounce the phone company) blee bloo blaha frenchthat ican'tunderstand bhalasjdfaskdfh;aowne
me: oh uh orange (pronounced the french way). like the phone service place?
lady: no no, je comprends orange...blahdlasldnfaldfaskdjf;lasndlfn
me: uh....oh, speak louder?
lady: oui!
me: IS THERE AN ORANGE STORE NEARBY?
lady: no.
me: oh...well merci. au revoir.

so no success there.
i decided to just wander around the market until i found someone.
eventually sammie called me from anna and riley's phone and i met up with everyone.
the market was pretty cool. i bought a bird print and a paris map book from 1910.
sorry there are no pictures...but honestly, it was way too cold and i was miserable and didn't even feel like shopping (shocking, i know) but it would have been a billion times more fun if it was warm.

after the market we went back to the bois de boulonge, but went to the jardin d'acclimation, which is a little zoo/amusement park. it was a hella good time AND it was free because there was some event thing going on. apparently louis vuitton owns the place, so they were having some kind of celebration.
but we had a jolly grand old time riding the petit train, being chased by giant creepy people, going a little river boat ride, seeing animals, and riding in teacups. AND it was gratuit (french for free).

the giant creepy people. 

petit train rides.

river boats.

we are keepers.

yummy churro fries.

teacups!

me + a peacock