New Zelda Game: Adventure to the French Grocery Store

The French clearly think about clothes before food... this is extremely evident in the amount of clothing stores near us. When we were staying at the hostel, it was easy. There was a grocery store (Monoprix) within view of the front door, just down the street. Around Le Shoebox, however, the city of Paris was trying to starve us by hiding the goods. Karim and I wandered around on Sunday trying to find one, when, surprise surprise, it was closed because it's Sunday. (What kind of grocery store closes on Sunday? Apparently every single one in France...) We gave up and went to the only thing that is open on a Sunday: Mcdonalds.

When we finally wandered around for long enough on a day where everyone is actually alive, we found a Monoprix. What we didn't realize is that in our district (the shopping district), the Monoprixs also carry clothes, and you have to look past that to see the magical devices called FOOD! Ha-Zah!

Inside the Monoprix, you can immediately tell that you are in a French store; 1/3 of an aisle for cookies and chips, 4 aisles for wine. My Aunty Shauneen would have a field day, but since I like my cookies and wine not so much, I was sad. Oreos are available, though. The Dairy section is filled with an overwhelming amount of cheap cheese, which is amazing, and the produce is overflowing with French produce that is so yummy. Just remember that you have to weigh the produce and get a print out sticker of the price. Having this explained to you by an acne-covered Parisian teen who spits when he talks is less than easy...

One more lesson on French grocery shopping; It is imperative that you remember that stairs are not fun, and forgetting that you live on the last floor of a 6 floor walk-up is even less fun. Small trips every day or two is the key to not wanting to die on your return route.

So, as you can see, we are alive and found sustenance. I'll be posting some recipes of my French creations soon! For now you'll have to imagine me crawling up 6 flights of stairs carrying 50lbs of groceries... try not to laugh too hard...

Stay Lovely,
Liz