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There’s an episode of Sex and the City that is (sort of) about the weirdness of eating alone in a restaurant. I remember thinking of this episode when I started university, when sitting at a cafeteria table no longer made you look like an outcast or a weirdo. You were just taking a meal break in between (or during) studying and classes. Eating was a necessity, and sometimes you have to do this alone.
Now not in university, eating alone has become kind of weird again. A coffee and muffin over a newspaper here and there isn’t too bizarre, but sitting down to a full-out meal can be nerve-wracking. So I decided to conquer this totally irrational fear, and have a nice sit-down lunch in a roadside café to take advantage of Paris’ people-watching opportunities and, of course, have a taste of French food.
I had an amazing salad with four kinds of cheese, meaty walnuts and a creamy dressing, along with about half a baguette and a refreshing glass of limon pressé. I ate slowly, savouring the “salad” (which was more like cheese with lettuce – fine by me!) and trying not to wonder if people thought I was a loser or not. I had a lovely lunch, and even stayed to enjoy a coffee.
And later, I unwound with a little company over a beer (Christoph had peanuts) and a very interesting book before taking the train home.
Overall, I enjoyed the peaceful time alone in Paris and wish I had had more of it. But at the same time, I kept wanting to share what I saw and thought with WB, and I can’t wait to come back with him. And, actually, Icould share a little bit of Paris with WB: I brought him buttery croissants for Sunday-morning breakfast!