As I was having a coffee on rue Montorgueil this afternoon,
a dad with three little kids and a stroller came sauntering down the street. The kids were
singing “Old McDonald had a farm” in French. It was so cute. After they passed by me I thought oh, rats, I should have shot some video. I’ll choose to blame my
lapse on jet lag, not old age!
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| Getting ready to close a little after midnight |
For some reason that I really can’t explain, I like to have
a pizza for dinner the first night I’m in town. Usually I go pretty early – it
might be gauche to eat at a classic French resto at an early hour (before 8
pm), but not so much at a pizzeria – and besides, that way I can get to bed
early and hopefully reset my internal clock a little more quickly. But tonight I went at 10:30 (took a longish
nap in the early evening!) to O’scia, just outside my door. The place was
hoppin’ until about midnight. 42, rue Tiquetonne
Check out my “personal size” pizza quattro stagioni (with artichokes,
mushrooms, olives, salami, basil and lots of mozzarella!) – it was about 12"x14" and very tasty!
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| These girls sitting next to me were really packing in the food - most impressive! |
After that I was ready for dreamland…zzzzzz…..
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