Our goal before we leave Paris….a hamburger, a pizza, and falafel. And as many macarons as possible. Wine seems to go with everything.
Be on the lookout for the street art of Invader. Based on 8-bit pixels you will find the mosaic images on many buildings.
St Sulpice
On our way to pizza we found this place -Pizza Chic – with the most glamorous restroom. Fit for a queen. And the pizza is pretty good too.
A cabaret that you can skip in Paris. Food and entertainment was sub par. But Michou has a long history
We finally made it..now stand in line for hours then walk through room after room of opulence and statues and busts. A palace fit for a king indeed.
The most comfortable spot to stop for a drink and talk with Cedric the owner.
On our way to Versailles we found ourselves on the way to Belgium without breakfast. Forced to eat mini mart sandwiches
and what is life if not a warm baguette and thou
Right before it slid off and landed on the floor… gloating was karma
I assume that’s what it means
Victory at last…
And Sacre Coeur only 300 steps but a lovely view of the city. Coupons are fabric remnants I found out.
And that tiny red shirted guy at the bottom of the stairs is Steve at the No Problemo bar. My excuse for taking a break on the climb up.
How we know it’s a duck.
Patrick picking the freshest fish for us.
And the amazing white asparagus. What a treat.
Eating with class. A very fun and rewarding experience.
