The local bistro

Paris in less than two days - Episode Four

Managing to please the eclectic culinary tastes of a group of twelve who range in age from 14 to 77, with a little of everything in between, and varying backgrounds, is an amazing feat. Yet, our leader(s) happily herded us into a lovely little bistro just down the street from our hotel.

The atmosphere was unmistakable. We heard chit chat en francais from other tables. The menus in your hand and on the wall challenged the uniligual English reader. Our friendly bilingual waiter took our orders with his beautiful French accent.

After finding the right place to eat, the individual challenge was what to order. I won't bore you by repeating my account of ordering the foie gras, which you can re-read in an earlier blog. The best money was on the french onion soup and the hot chocolate. Sorry, Lucille, that they kind of forgot to cook your omelette all the way through.

There was still an excited buzz among the exhausted group, that we were actually dining in Paris! And that our fascinating European experience would continue.

More later... (Okay, okay, last entry I promised "More tomorrow", and it has been three days. My apologies)