Sorry...*tail between legs*

It's been a while since I posted some of the diary...  Well, here you are, day 7:

Wednesday May 27, 2009
    Here it is so close to 9:30 and the Change place is not open...The sun is not yet high enough to have warmed the stones on which I'm sitting but it is, thankfully, warming my back.  I moved my base of operations to the fountain outside the Hotel de Ville, because it is on the sun side of the street.  From here I can see the towers and rose window of Notre Dame.  It is so hard sometimes to keep myself from correcting others' mistakes.  The other day when I was at the top of the Eiffel Tower, a fellow tourist spotted a golden dome, totally in the opposite direction and said, "Oh look, that's Notre Dame!"  Um...no.  OUR Notre Dame has a golden dome, PARIS' Notre Dame has fantastic gothic architecture and famous rose windows.
    I will try to resurrect from memory what went into the notes of my perfume*.  Muget, pain d'epice, ceder, sandlewood, citrus, mandarin, rose petals, bois de muget, jasmin, civette...I wish I'd written it down, but I know she's the owner of the formula.  And I got to see the way even trying to speak French really helps when dealing with shopkeepers.  Sophie, the parfumarier, was much more friendly with me that to the couple from Florida who came in right after me.  I treated her like she could understand me, and apologized for not being able to continue the conversation in French.  I corrected myself when I called her Madame instead of Mlle, (I thought the rule was over 30...), and the couple...well they did not even try to speak French, they were rather brusque, they didn't understand the simplest mixing instructions in the world, and when I left Sophie (who had said throughout that my choices were perfect and the perfume very interesting), gave me a prettier bottle for free and told me it was wonderful to get to know me. 
      Today I also got a lovely pale orange sunrise rose called Pharon from Odorantes, and at Tea and Tattered Pages I got a Gerald Durrell book I didn't even know existed! 
     Then I went to Ding Fring, Paris' best second hand store and got two skirts and two tops for 16 euro!
    F. and I are waiting for Prof A. to get back so we can pin her down about details for switching hostels tomorrow.  I'm a bit nervous about where I'm going to put everything I've bought.

*One thing I really wanted to do was have my own scent made in Paris.  The lovely parfumarie I chose was a very tiny shop with the owner, and a few boothes, and I was the first customer of the day.  She gave me a lovely espresso and then we discussed what I wanted.  The perfume is wonderful.  Delicate, mysterious, and subtle.  I named it Amour Impossible.