Some things never change….
Staying in the Latin Quarter, food everywhere!
Lox salad? Yes please….I’m doing much better food-wise on this trip, pushing the vegetables more.
But sometimes you just gotta…
Two bottles and munchies on a 45 minute train ride….my man is prepared.
Had to see Versailles…
This is one BIG crib….how did they find the littles in this place?
Hall of Mirrors…
Exhausting day….had to recover with herring filets
The first professional bike race I remember (other than my hometown Tour of Somerville) was the 1989 Tour de France. Greg Lemond, only two years removed from a near fatal shooting accident, somehow entered the final day’s time trial 50 seconds behind the leader…..the race ended on the Champs D’Elysses, riding up toward the Arc D’Triomphe and back down to the finish. Greg gunned it, wrung every drop out of his time trial bike, making up 58 seconds and winning the Tour by the thinnest margin in history.
Gave me chills to be standing at the last turn.
A trip out to Giverny to see the homestead of Mr Claude Monét.
Nice view of the tall thing on the bus ride back to town.
Coco Chanel would come to Angelina’s every day….I can see why….the chocolate is beyond decadent.
As was the pork roll paté, as my buddy Ken noted.
A little, uh, shopping at the Galeria Lafayette flagship store.
And, being so flush with cash, I then sent my laundry out.
The night view never disappoints.
Onward to points south.
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