Sunday was class day and Arletty and I gathered our strength, for I had to teach and she had to translate. But first we had to schlep all of our ingredients and equipment over to Bob’s Juice Bar. Now Bob’s Kitchen was right around the corner, but not the Juice Bar, it was 3 times further… not a fun hike. The class went great. Everyone seemed happy and well fed. With our weekend duties behind us we were ready for some restin’ and chillax’in.
Did I mention that Arletty is a phenomenal host? I told her she should offer a rawfoodist travel and tour support for people that come through Paris. She’s got Paris dialed in, especially the out of the way places that most tourists don’t know about. And of course there’s her culinary creations. At the moment there aren’t any rawfood options in Paris, so it was great to be able to connect with someone who speaks the universal language of rawfoods. Over the next few days I was able to do some exploring on my own and also visit some places with Arletty. I went to the Louvre one morning and got a healthy dose of painting and sculpture. The weather seemed to be cooperating with us and we were able to visit some of the Parisian parks that were bursting with Spring growth. These were my favorite excursions, when I was able to be with the trees and plants, a brief respite from concrete and cars. Call me a “candy ass” if you wish, but Paris is a little to busy for my taste. A nice place to visit but I not sure if I could be happy living there.