A Perfect Day in Paris
No not that Paris, fool!
OK, next. Désolé pour le retarder. What was I writing about, anyway? Oh yes, The perfect day, Sunday, our second day, in Paris. Sweet Jesus. Let’s break it down, and preface it with pas de Musée de Louvré. Light on culture, let’s say. Heavy on tourisme français.
Let’s break it down:
1) Early AM run on the Seine. Had the city to ourselves. Gorgeous. Ran past the Place de la Concorde and noticed they were settin’ up for the finish of the Tour de France.
2) Nice breakfast in the Artus Hotel, where we mapped out our tourist strategy over eggs & patisserie, and…mimosas, of course.
3) OK, here’s where it starts. Wandered around Place Vendome and the fancy-shmancy jewelry shops… then off to the Opera House. Actually did a self-guided tour (very un-J&J-like). Gorgeous architecture. Chagall on the ceiling. Very nice.
4) Next stop – Montmare & Sacré Cour. Been here a hundred times when we lived here. Beautiful early 20th century church, looks very mosque-like actually. And Montmare has a great little square jammed with artists and…you guessed it…cafés to enjoy
glass after glass of Bandol Rosé. It actually started absolutely pouring rain, like raining harder than you can imagine while we were there. So we took refuge under the awning of a cool café, ordered up some Poulet Roti and Bandol, and watched the action. Those artist-stall people Do Not Leave under any weather conditions!
5) Then, off to the 5th. The Latin Quarter, San Michel and home of the Sorbonne. Cool, bohemian spot, the 5th. Plus home to more Greek restaurants per square block this side of Athens. And of course a couple glasses of rosé to quench our thirsts while we people watched outside of San Michel.
6) Next stop, the Tour Eiffel, of course. Never changes, but always cool.
Damn. No places to grab a quick glass of vin! So we ran across the Seine by Diana’s bridge and found a cool outdoor spot, where everyone ogled our iPhones (they are not released
in Europe yet).
7) Then we hit the Champs Elysees & caught the end of the Tour de Farce. 
Then a (long, ‘cuz I took a wrong turn) walk home and a nappy.
Back up at 10PM. Drinks and then din din @ midnight at the Alcazar in the 6th, also the home of the A-Z bar, where we spent NYE 2001! More drinks and then home at 2. Ahh…I love Europe.
Next, hear about our crazy dinner with a famous actor!
