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| the first night after a long dinner (the way it's supposed to be in paris) we walked to the Tour d'Eiffel |
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| at Cafe de Flore I had famous drinking chocolate and (French) onion soup |
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| the obelisk |
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| on our last day we crossed the river & ate a baguette, cheese, olives, & cured meats next to the Arc de Triomphe |
Basically what we will remember about paris is beauty and food. Every morning began with a cafe noisette and an almond croissant, or beignets for Drew. Lunch usually consisted of a Chevre au Chaud (hot goat cheese) salad for me and a Croque monsieur sandwich for Drew. At night we would eat on candlelit patios with all the warmth and laughter one could ever ask for, while the rain drizzled outside. On the last night, for dinner I had a delicious duck confit. I was also struck by the simple beauty of the people: silk shirts, high heels, and lipstick. Parisians are the masters of effortless beauty. We spent one afternoon at the Musee d'orsay (an amazing museum just across from the Louvre). And from our tiny hotel room we could see the tip of the sparkling Eiffel Tower each night.
