A rainy day in Paris . . .

I asked our concierge if she could stop the rain. She could not, but she made some recommendations and loaned us an umbrella.

Our first stop was two right turns from our hotel, where we savored authentic French onion soup, a salad featuring crisp and carefully stacked green beans, and the view from the second floor dining room [the French refer to it as the first floor; what we call the first floor is to them the “0” floor or l’etage] of Le Castiglioni on Rue Saint-Honoré.

When we left this delightful place, the rain had stopped. We walked along Rue de Rivoli, stopping at small shop where Susan discovered some attractive scarves to add to her collection.

On our way back to our hotel, we purchased some chocolate delicacies at Edwart’s, a chocolatier recommended by our concierge.

Then we arrived at Angelina’s of Paris, another establishment we learned of from our concierge, and joined the long line of those waiting to imbibe in the world famous – or at least that’s what they claim – hot chocolate from the African continent. It lived up to its reputation, so pudding like that the spoon nearly stands up in the cup. When we left Angelina’s, the line seemed as long as it was when we entered.

I wondered about the veracity of this sign, but after sticking my head into the shop, I might be able to be convinced.

We are back in our room, preparing for tomorrow’s departure. We have loved France, but Dogwood Meadow Court beckons, with its hummingbirds, bright red cardinals, geese, and occasional deer.

Bon soir!

Our last day in Paris

Tomorrow, Susan and I will fly home from Paris. We have enjoyed all our adventures in France, from being greeted by the Nowackis to last night’s Eiffel Tower experience, with the exception of being caught in the midst of a scuffle between the police and illegal peddlers of Eiffel trinkets.

Before we ascended the Tower, we enjoyed a delicious dinner cruise on the Seine.

Before we boarded our Bateaux Parisiens Seine River Dinner Cruise, we enjoyed watching other boats traveling the river.

The dinner cruise concluded with an excellent choice of coffee.

Little is more entertaining than people watching while awaiting the arrival of our tour guide for the Eiffel Tower.

After we left the melee behind, which included armed police chasing sellers of cheaply made wares and warning shouts among those pursued, Susan and I recaptured the romantic ambiance of an evening stroll along the Seine toward our hotel. At least we recaptured it until we were strolled out and decided to hail a taxi. To walk into the lobby of our hotel once again was like coming home.

Through a glass, not so darkly. Susan waves from the window of our hotel room as I gaze up in admiration from the lobby atrium. We just received a text from Delta Airlines inviting us to check in. Only 24 hours remain of our Parisienne days.

Au revoir!