Paris

Since we arrived in Paris about an hour late, we missed our lunch reservation at the Bistro Paul Bert. But luckily there was a great little cafe just a block away from our place called the Bistro Petit Celestin:


The owner, a woman I would guess around 65, looked just like Ruth from Northern Exposure. And she was just delightful. We told her we did not speak much French, and she embraced it, miming out the food, and in one case, even bringing us a plate with the main course (Pork ribs. We ordered it). When I ordered the wine, I her her tel Patrick (her son, I assume) "Deux verres" of wine. I said, "No, no! un carafe!" she then brought the two sizes of carafes to the table so we could pick the right one. (We picked the bigger one)

Doreen had boiled eggs with home made mayonnaise as her appetizer, I had fresh melon. Both were great - then we had the pork ribs as the entree, and coffee for dessert. A great meal.
Then we took some time to unwind in our apartment. It was on the 2nd French floor of this building:

We had the lowest level of balconies you can see. It was a great place!

We felt like nobility:


The place we had in Avignon was not very nice (Maybe I will write about it later. But suffice it to say it was not what we expected based on the website.)

But this place exceeded our expectations:


It was a little farther east than we usually stay - in the Marais, but when you have Metro tickets, who cares?

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