Day 6 Paris

This morning I wake up and think holly mother of god who beat me up with a baseball bat while I was sleeping. I woke so stiff and sore (actually the worse time the whole trip) I had to remember what we did yesterday and realized it was being bounced around on the top of the HOHO bus for 2 hours and we thought the RV was rough on our old bodies.

Mark ran out in the rain for the pastries this morning and came back saying he had to go to the grocery store instead because the pastry shop was closed. Upon further discovery we find out today is another holiday in France I think they call it a workers holiday. We were going go to go to the Orangerie Museum followed by hot chocolate at Angelina's today but we both agreed to stay in and not run all over the city. 

We sat in and enjoyed a long morning of hot tea and pastries and watched the clouds dance around the  E.T.  and occasionaly shroud it. We slowly packed up and scheduled our G7 taxi to take us to the airport in the morning.

 We eventually wandered out for lunch at a local restaurant. This was our last full day in Paris and we wanted to have escargot again before we left so we were off to find a restaurant that served it.  We walked around looking at all of the posted menu's and found one that served it. This also ended up being a restaurant recommended to me from trip advisor so all the better. We liked our lunch so much that we made reservations with the owner for dinner that same night and requested the same table.

The Escargot were delicious and easier to eat since not served in the shell.

 More pasta for Mark.

 I ordered a stuffed pasta with foie gras which was my best main in France.

Nutella & Banana crepe for a shared desert was good but nothing to write home about.

After lunch we went to the grocery store to purchase a bottle of champagne to celebrate our last night in Paris  and then back to the apartment to hang out.

 Our afternoon wine from our collection from Chateauneuf du Pape. 1997 Prestige

 Our little neighbor friend, we'll miss his greeting us when we were on the balcony.

 Just a few of the motorcycles and scooters parked on the boulevard and yes they are covered with pigeon poop. Guess these folks have to bring something with them to wipe down the bikes before riding.

 Diner was a let down and not nearly as good as lunch. It didn't help that the owner had given our table to somebody else. We again ordered the escargot but this time it did not look nearly as appealing, the plate was all chipped upped and looked like it should have been thrown away months ago and then we had to ask for Escargot forks to eat them. We paid 2 euro extra to have the Veal dish because it had Morell mushrooms instead of their everyday mushrooms what ever they were. This was way over rated and the veal was very tough. I wished that I had ordered the foie gras stuffed pasta again it was so delicious. This was the quickest meal in France we had, we were in and out in a hour with only the escargot, veal  and a glass of wine each we were requesting l'addition s'il vous plaît. We promptly walked next door to our favorite neighborhood cafe L'Atlantique and had what would be our last cafe (espresso) of the trip.

It was then back to the apartment to pop open our bottle of bubbly and toast our final night. We took lot's of pictures of  E.T. and discovered that since tonight was a holiday they have a rotating light on top like a light house.

Then it was off to slumber land where we dreamed of sleeping in our own bed tomorrow night.