Day 33: Shopping in Paris/Guilt City

So I learned a valuable lesson about shopping in Paris and especially about shopping as an adult today. I shopped on Rue de Rennes which is in Saint-Germain-des-Pres which is a very historic and chic part of Paris in the 6th arrondisement. I tried to do my best dressing like a Parisian so I would be taken seriously in these french stores and not treated like an american tourist. It actually kind of worked and every store I went into I had an employee at my side telling me how everything I tried on looked great and I should definitely buy it. It also might have had something to do with the fact that I came from class so I had a backpack on and they might have been worried about me shoplifting. In any event I felt really posh and cool. Unfortunately most of what I tried on that was in my price range wasn't doing it for me. That's when I stumbled on a little boutique called Candy Rocket's (yes I'm aware of the incorrect apostrophe, that's their bad) which was absolutely adorable with this eclectic french woman working and singing in the store. I tried on a few things that I really liked (think a girlier Free People for my fashionistas) but nothing I loved until I tried on a cute pink tunic dress with gold straps and I really loved it. The little lady in the store couldn't contain her excitement when she saw me come out in it but in typical me fashion I couldn't make a decision on whether or not I had to have it. I probably sat in that store for 20 minutes and tried it on with jeans, leggings, a sweater, whatever was in that store and looked at the price tag every two minutes and the lady was getting super sick of me when I decided that when in Paris you should just buy things if you like them so I bought it. And then I left the store and made the realization that the price was in EUROS. As in NOT DOLLARS. I'm an idiot, I don't expect any sympathy.
We then decided to explore the Parisian happy hour in the latin quarter where the students all hang out. This meant that we could buy drinks and enjoy the Parisian atmosphere amongst our french peers for a very affordable price.
Cool story I forgot to add: In my conversation exchange I attempted to tell me french partner how the Parisians in France were nicer than I expected and he responded with "well yeah but it's the same as America where some people are in there for 10 years or more so they get mean and it's a hard lifestyle." He went on for like 10 minutes before I realized that he had heard prisons when I said Parisians. -__-