Midnight in Paris

3.

I wake up and it's 3:00 PM. Thank god I didn't sleep any later. I get up, brush my teeth and hair, get dressed in floral skater dress and black flats. I grab my purse, sunglasses, and I hail a taxi and get the hell out of this place.

"Take me to 200th and floral please." He takes me downtown to the shops and I pay him and get out. God, I'm still so amazed at how beautiful it is here. I walk into the shop and start looking at the clothes. I look at the price ta- 1,300 DOLLARS?! I sadly walk away from the beautiful blouse.

I walk out of the shop considering that it's way too pricey for my liking. I decide to go get lunch at a bistro that sells everything you could ask for. Pasta, wine, EVERYTHING. I walk in and I wait to be seated. The waitor comes to get my order. "Hello there! My name is Jerome and I will be your waitor today. Can I get you something to drink?" He asked me kindly. "Yes, actually. Can I get red wine?" I asked. "Absolutely. Coming right up."

He comes back with my wine and asked me what I want to eat. "Alright, can I get you something eat?" He asked even more sincerely than before. "Yes. Can I have spagetti?" "Sure!"

When I was done with my lunch, I tipped the waitor, and made my way outside. 

I go to a few more shops that prices were reasonable. I got a few dresses, around ten blouses, and skinny jeans. I hail a taxi and get to my hotel. I go up the elevator. When it stops.