12:20pm: My first destination is Montparnasse Rive Gauche, a shopping center which you can seriously skip. The shopping environment is really average and they have mediocre brands and collections. The only semi-useful store present is a Galeries Lafayette, but the experience is really just... sub par. Honestly I chose the mall because the 14th arrondissement is the closest one to campus, and I just wanted to get some essentials here quick. I do tick off my list, but it's not worth a special visit.
1:47pm: The little streets of Montparnasse are full of little cafés and restaurants, especially crêperies. Particularly on the ones stemming off Boulevard du Montparnasse, like Rue Delambre or Rue d'Odessa, where I find myself a cute one called Le Petit Morbihan. It has a very old-world vibe with dark wood tables and authentic Brittany references (where crepes originated) like plates and banners . My only complaint is the price; one sweet crepe with lemon costs me 5 euros, and it was literally just a crepe drenched in lemon juice. It is a good crepe, regardless, but I don't see how 5 euros can be justified. They do offer this weekdays special with 10 euros for a sweet crepe, a galette (savoury crepe) and a drink, so maybe that could have been more worth it. Also I devour my crepe before taking a picture because I am too hungry.
2:34pm: So apparently visiting Cimetière du Montparnasse is a thing? Turns out, lots of people come to visit famous people's graves, or even take their babies for strolls here (seriously I saw some pram-pushing mums and dads just casually walking around). I mean, it is a nice place, quiet with lots of green, if you don't mind the buried.
2:55pm: Unfortunately I don't really know any of these famous dead people (many artists and writers, probably French, and they are sectioned into respective divisions). One grave catches my eye (title picture). Some googling returns that when Xavier Ferrand passed away in 2000, his partner Christophe Girard etched his own name into the grave and set a date for himself in 2039. I can only find one source for the story so I am really unsure of the accuracy. It's a sad story, still.
4:21pm: A quick stop at Monoprix for some slippers and biscuits (Petit Lu ah oui). I also walk into a really nice looking patisserie shop, La Parisienne, which I think is a chain store all over the city. The French make such good-looking desserts that are simply irresistible!
5:05pm: I get to eat the raspberry tart while I wait for my train. It's only a tiny bit squished and very very delicious.
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