Paris

D had a series of meetings in Paris this week, and I went along. (Tough duty, but someone's got to do it.) It's a good thing that I walked and walked all over town, because we ate. A lot. Delicious and rich French food. (Yum.) Oh, and there was wine, too...
Here are D and three of his colleagues:That's two Americans, a New Zealander, and a Brit, in a Parisian bar. Love this global economy stuff! And that reminds me -- I went back to the Orsay Museum and enjoyed the Impressionists once again. I've always liked the festive flags of many countries in this one:I especially enjoyed seeing the Monet paintings after having visited his home in Giverny with my parents last August. This is the entry hall of the museum; at one time the building was a train station.The Orsay Museum also has an outdoor mezzanine with great views across the Seine to the Louvre......and beyond to Montmartre and Sacre Coeur.Now, back to the food. As I said, we had fabulous meals -- from pastries and cafe au lait at the pastry shop across the street for breakfast each morning, to Croque Monsieur sandwiches (me) and catered 3-course meals (D) for lunch, to gelato breaks, to lovely dinners. On Tuesday night we ate at a restaurant recommended by our Francophile friends Don & Cathy. The restaurant was called Le Timbre, or "The Postage Stamp", so named because of it's size. It only holds 24 diners, and there was one chef (in a tiny open kitchen) and one server. The food was excellent -- thanks D & C! And we made it back to our own favorite, Le Tir Bouchon ("The Cork Screw"), the scene of my father's famous bathroom line-cutting event which nearly sparked an international incident 7 years ago. (Thankfully, the staff didn't seem to recognize us and we had a great dinner...!) Now it's off to the gym for us!