Paris

After a very bumpy flight on the biggest plane I have ever been on (I
was on the upper level of an airbus) I arrived in chilly Paris! The
happy sight of Elena and our adorable little apartment in Montmartre
made me forget my exhaustion for a little while.

We took it easy on the first day. With some pastries Elena had picked
up and our beloved nescafe we settled down at the table to eat and
catch up. After a refreshing nap we searched for a place to have
dinner on a Sunday evening.

Drouant, near the Opéra, was very yummy. My appetizer was four little
plates of different vegetables. It was delicious. The best was the
chilled zucchini soup with mint.

Our waiter, André, really made the meal, though. I have never had a
more flirtatious waiter in Paris! He complimented my French - always
nice to hear after not speaking much for many months. When Elena left
me alone at the table he came over to see how everything was and then
leaned over my chair and said, "en français, quand une femme est trop
belle on dit qu'elle est sublime. Vous êtes sublime." I am pretty sure
my face got very pink and then I thanked him for the compliment. He
really did not want us to leave and asked if he would see us again
soon (he won't). It was a very nice way to start our trip!!!