We rented an apartment in St Germain again, a place we know right well. This place was huge, and had great windows. It was beautiful and owned by some very wealthy folks. Louis Malle's daughter-in-law, to be precise. (You know Louis Malle, right? Married to Candice Bergen for a while, as I understand it. My Dinner with Andre was his big hit in the US.)
The apartment had a great kitchen:
and wonderful views of the streets of Paris:
That night we had dinner reservations at L'Atelier d'Joel Robuchon. A great place to pass the time.
This place just feels great, and the food is fantastic:
I only took this one food photo, of Doreen's dessert:
But I should have taken one of the following dessert. They gave her six little tart pieces and then sang Happy Birthday in French! Tres Bien!
Paris doesn't go in for lights the way London does, but it was still pretty:
The apartment was very close to St Sulpice church, so we stopped in on Christmas eve.
As it was Christmas Eve, there was no Baby Jesus in the manger:
And the church was empty. It was eerie.
On Doreen's Birthday, better know in some quarters as Christmas Day, we started with the Christmas Service at the American Cathedral (Episcopalians!)
It was a lovely service. The priest was from New Orleans!
Then we had a late lunch at the Bofinger, an old-fashioned Paris Brasserie. Oh what fun this was!
You can spot us each the the above two pictures. This should help:
Our only sunny day in Paris, and it was pretty chilly. We walked home past Notre Dame:
and stopped in to St Sulpice to insure that Baby Jesus had arrived:
and made it back for a nice, quiet evening.
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