Parisians generally speak quietly in public places and don’t make a commotion (unless, of course, they’re protesting something they deem unfair!). However, on a bus ride today there was one woman towards the back of the bus actually shouting into her cellphone – she seemed to be very angry with someone. Several times, another woman sitting across from me stared at the shouter and then looked over to me, rolling her eyes in the universal “can you believe that rube?” gesture. I was acceptable!


It was convivial, casual, and everyone was having a good (even loud) time – perhaps partially because they serve the house wines, poured into liter bottles from the cask resting on the bar, and you just pay for as much as you drink! Sneaky! But then it helps you digest the very meat-centric food, so they’re just doing a public service. Yup. Let’s go with that.
I went with the fruity Brouilly – uncomplicated, tasty, and cheer-inducing! I drank 1/3 liter for 10 euro.
My six escargots were not the best I've ever had, but they were clean, tasty and great for bread-dipping.


The espresso was decent, not great, but it did the trick.
Now I need a nap. But I need to stagger back to the apartment (several blocks away) first!
Now I need a nap. But I need to stagger back to the apartment (several blocks away) first!
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Is that Charles deGaulle over my shoulder? |
5, rue des Prouvaires in the 1st arrondissement
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