Monday, March 21, 2011
Hotel Résidence des Gobelins, knows more about Paris than most guidebook writers could ever imagine, and she shares her knowledge willingly. She pointed out favourite eating spots, took us in for a peek at the cinema snobs' favourite cinemas, nudged me toward some good fashion hunting, and provided Paris history as we joked, watched the crowds, and caught up on news since last year's visit. After she and her niece dropped us off at a recommended café-bar, we enjoyed the best frites we've had yet in Paris (I'll try to track down the card I grabbed and post it along with other recommended spots later). The owner was pleased that I told him so, but not surprised. Bien sûr, he said, "they were potatoes this morning""!
I've another post of photos for you from the day's wanderings: some wonderful stealth shots of fabulous women of our certain age, some marvellous windows, even a few what I wore. But we've been invited out for dinner in our old neighbourhood, the 13th . . . à la prochaine!