was a very relaxed early morning of wandering through Rue Cler, the market street. Armed with a armfuls of croissant and baguette, I returned home for breakfast, eating flaky, buttery croissants with butter and jam.
While everyone else chilled and snoozed, I walked to a nearby cafe for a cappuccino. Apparently this is a shameful thing in Paris and after 10, it should only be ordered from the privacy of your hotel! I asked for a cafe creme and it was quite delicious, though not creamy. I was feeling confident in my French farewell, so as I got up to leave, I had my ‘merci, au revoir’ ready. Unfortunately I stood up under a low hanging lamp so as I was saying my goodbyes, I was wearing a giant dunce cap of a lamp on my head. Don’t think they will forget me too soon.
In the late afternoon, after a drawn- out iPad game of Monopoly, we walked down Champs Élysées to the Arc de Triomphe. We must have walked past one of the big macaron king’s stores as people were lined up for ages. There was a lot to see. What a beautiful city. On the way home, a crepe stand was in our path. Hurrah! We had been looking out for them!
The young cook was pretty apathetic about his job. Pretty bored by it all. His crepes however, were delicious.
It was quite a walk and the 10 yr old had a migraine hit just near the end. While he lay in darkness, I quickly cooked a late dinner of chicken and bacon in garlic, cream and white wine sauce over pasta.
Dory the Explorer 