Awaiting boarding:
We have arrived. Drop our things off at the hotel, then hit the streets. Somewhat dazed, but that doesn’t stop us from walking from our neighborhood, Le Marais, down to the Seine to see Notre Dame and try to find Tay some cafe a emporter. Unfortunately, it seems, the French aren’t really big on providing coffee to go…everything should be savored and not rushed (a philosophy I heartily approve of), but we finally have success at a little gelato window.
Keep wandering through the left bank, pointing out some spots from my trip with the girls, we end up on Boulevard St. Germain, where I insist I can find the good shopping. Matty is dead on his feet from the week at burning man with so little sleep, so we leave him sleeping in a park as we continue on down. Finally worn out, we go back and get Matt (no, we didn’t really find it) and head back to the hotel. Everyone feels like crashing for the night, but we rally to walk a few blocks and around the corner for a really wonderful dinner at a restaurant that has about 8 tables…really gives you that feeling of being inference and of being able to imagine one chef in the back preparing each meal, one at a time, with care and attention.
Filled to the brim with duck and tartare, we head back to our place and hit the lights.