My view, featuring (from left) Liz, Katie, Brandy, and Melissa
(back row) Eiffel Tower
This was paid for by the program, so it was all the more
enjoyable; I didn’t even have to order, I just sat down and they started
putting amazing food in front of me. My
kind of restaurant. We started with the
most delicious bread; I ate too much of it but don’t regret it for a
moment. Then we were served an odd
looking salad which had mixed reviews down the table but I ate every bite.
More bread.
Then the chicken course with the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever
eaten. Even better than my dad’s and my
grandmother’s recipes, which is saying something. It could have had something to do with the
pools of butter. By this time I was
full. Not the “oh, that was good” kind
of full but the “I’m positive I can’t shove another bite down because there’s
no more room” kind of full. Then they
brought out the crème brûlée.
Who could say “no” to that?
So I soldiered on, and, boy, was it worth it. My flatmate Callie Ann joked that she wouldn’t
need to spend any more money on food while she was in Paris because that one
meal was going to last her the whole weekend, and at the time it seemed very reasonable.
We climbed to the top of the Arc de Triomphe
Strolled along the Champs-Élysées
Walked under the Eiffel Tower (I’ve yet to travel to
the top of this monument, despite three separate trips to Paris; some day)
Saw
Notre Dame
Took a boat tour along the Seine
And finally had a whirlwind tour
of the Louvre before those of us returning to London that night had to catch
our train.
By the time I got back to the
flat it was close to midnight and I had been up for 20 hours straight, having
awakened at 4am to catch an early train.
Overall a very full (in more ways than one) and fun day.
Picture taken by fellow Seine cruiser Mike, with Harry Everhart's camera.
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