

Champs Elysees
If you will be in Paris on a Saturday or Sunday, I highly recommend, HIGHLY recommend, going to the Marche aux Puces at St Ouen. They are "flea markets" but more like antique markets, crafts fairs, etc...everyone we ever took to that place had a delightful time. I found the most amazing fashion magazines from the late 19th century with beautiful prints PERFECT for framing. There really is something for everyone. The place is HUGE! The best metro stop is Porte de Clingancourt on Metro line 4. Make sure to have a map! You will need to walk toward the freeway and go under the underpass. There is a true flea market before the underpass and a few people have mistaken that as the place. Don't make that mistake. (I did this and LOVED it. Found some great little treasures, but if you aren't interested in antiques, don't bother with it)
The Marais neighborhood is also a MUST for boutique shopping and for just soaking up the environment. This is one of my favorite neighborhoods and worthy of some time wandering around. If you are interested in a walking tour, check out http://www.paris-walks.com/ the Marais and Montmartre walks are great, and take you to neighborhoods you will LOVE. We really recommend these. There are Marais and Montmartre tours on Saturday and Sunday. Check their schedule, you don't have to reserve in advance, you just show up at the meeting place. Really easy, really great. (DEFINITELY, definitely go on a "paris-walk". They are a great way to get to know the neighborhoods and hear all the interesting stories and history of the place. The Marais was easily my favorite neighborhood.)
Look for the "Le Routard" sticker on restaurant windows. This is like Zagats, but for the backpacker. It is less expensive, but divine. Truly, I have never gone wrong in a Le Routard recommended restaurant or shop. I attached a picture of what he looks like so you will know when you are out and about. We even ate at these places in the south, and they were awesome! (You'll see these on the windows but you can also look them up online or buy the book. It's a great way to eat well but cheaply in France.)
Falafels in the Marais. If you are already in the neighborhood especially, They are on rue de Rosiers (if you do the tour, you should go right by this). Falafels in the Marais
Crepes! Try to find a creperie where you can sit down and eat. The choices there will be awesome. Try a salty caramel one if you get a chance, you won't be disappointed.
But I turn 35 today – I can’t believe it. And now, as I sit here, a newly minted 35 year old, realizing that I’m closer to 40 than 30, closer to retirement than to the beginning of my life – I wonder what comes after the tuxedo t-shirt. Definitely not the bikini t-shirt, but I’m also not quite to the sweatshirts with printed animals stage yet either.
35 could have meant more suits, bags and shoes that cost too much, longer hours at a job I disliked, stress making me older, faster. But instead, 35 finds me sitting in a community college classroom. The suits and shoes have been replaced with the old Celtics T-shirt I’m wearing today and new braces, sitting awkwardly on my teeth. So if 34 is like a tuxedo t-shirt, will 35, for me, be like a Celtics t-shirt and braces?
Could be.
What it will be for a while is living with my parents and going to community college – hanging out with my 10 year old brother Jack on a Friday night – doing yoga in the backyard with my mom and aunt – studying anatomy – going to high school football games to watch my brother Tommy – volunteering at the hospital – applying to graduate schools. And what it will definitely be is finally, FINALLY being brave enough to wear a swimsuit without shorts in spite of thighs that are a little too white and definitely too fleshy.
So I think maybe I'll hang on to the tuxedo t-shirt for a while – along with the old Celtics t-shirt and braces, the new bathing suit hanging in my closet, and even occasionally still the shoes and suits.
This year on my birthday, come find me on the beach. Just look for the 35 year old girl, with a pair of pale, fleshy, happily liberated thighs, looking blissfully undefined!