I’m back from Paris - only slightly the worse for wear. The weekend itself was great: we showed up Friday evening and immediately hit the town for a hearty French dinner. Then we sat in a brasserie until past midnight (I love how late Parisians go out and do stuff - like, eat), sipping on some gorgeous Medoc wine and nibbling bread and cheese, then headed back to our cozy hotel for some much-needed shut-eye, and awoke to a beautiful, sunny Parisian Saturday morning.
For breakfast, we went back to a little cafe (L’Ecritoire) by the Sorbonne that we had been in the last time we were in Paris; they do a continental breakfast there (baguette and croissant) which is served with little pats of the most delicious Breton butter (I don’t know what it is about French butter, but I could just eat blocks of the stuff straight up). Then it was off to Notre Dame, St-Germain-des-Pres, a huge lunch of steak-frites at Le Relais de l’Entrecote (where they only have one thing on the menu: steak-frites), and finally the Musee d’Orsay, which was exhausting but lovely at the same time.
After all of that, we had only an hour to relax and refresh before our dinner reservation at the very cozy Le Coupe Chou. Dinner was lovely and very, very filling - but it was our last night in Paris, so on our way back to the hotel, we were easily lured in by the bright lights and buzzing atmosphere of La Coupole. It was approaching midnight, but we thought we’d be wild and romantic and order white wine and oysters to end our vacation in style.
Well, they say if you eat enough shellfish, you’re bound to get a dodgy oyster or clam or whatever at some point, and I guess that point for me was our last night in Paris, because the next day I was sick as a dog. I’ll spare you the details. Suffice to say that 1) Charles de Gaulle airport is hellish enough when you’re not completely nauseous, 2) I’ve never come so close to having to use one of those little baggies they put "in the seat pocket in front of you" on airplanes, and 3) it will probably be quite some time before I eat another oyster. As it is, about all I can manage to stomach right now is rice.
So, thank you for the trip, Jeb - you’re awesome.