After a morning working through existential pain and a moderately diverting museum (St Rémi- great if you like tapestries but otherwise ehh) I was hungered. Apparently KFC have solved hunger – c’est la fin de la faim. But let’s move on from that. I was hungry. But not as hungry as a lot of people.…
Eating parklife at BRAT.
. A catch up with work colleagues meant that Sunday morning found me hungered and mullered. The Premier Inn breakfast didn’t appeal so I made the pilgrimage to Winch proper to get some of the good stuff. It’s a bright scene in The Ivy and I was probably the shabbiest thing in there. The couple…
A morning admiring the Doisneau exhib at the Musée Maillol followed by a stroll along boulevard St Germain led to hungriness of the highest order by the time I’d reached the environs of Ground Control. Pizza and a beer seemed a good option. Azur was fairly busy, with travellers presumably having a pit stop prior…
On my own in Paris due to unforeseen events I was back in a mercifully tourist free area on a bright sunny day. What did I want? Spice. Thai time allured by its formule at €16 for two courses. With a siesta planned this seemed an admirable way to sow some ZZZZs. Up front four…
Anniversaries don't get much better than supping champagne at Le Crillon.
Toraya specialises in high end confectionery and Japanese specialities (there's a whole story going back to the Samurai period) so I got a couple of sherbety things too with pictures of the P de la C and the ET on them. V tasty. Canny expensive for a glorified Pez though.
The highlight of the meal was observing a woof doing its thing in the street outside. With mini-woof watching. Would I come back? Not if there was somewhere else to go.
Excellent lunch chez le cadet.
Scary hangover food.
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