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Paris Day 2Yet another walking tour awaited me today. First up was a walk from the Louvre to the Arc de Triomphe, along the Champs-Elysées. So we boarded the Metro at our neighborhood stop (the Europe stop!) and took it down to the Louvre. We didn't go in, but instead looked around.
I made Lin-Wei go into another cemetery in this neighborhood, but we didn't stay long this time. We were pretty tired from walking all day (not from anything that may have happened in the red light district), so we went back to our hotel room to rest. I took a nap first, and Lin-Wei surfed the Internet some more down the street. She came back and was tired herself, so while she napped, I explored our neighborhood. I finally got up the courage to go into a couple of the instrument shops, and I talked to a really nice man in a guitar shop who let me play one of his guitars. I played the one in the middle. I also found another food market area with tons of food. It was getting close to dinner, and I really wanted to buy a snack, but I knew Lin-Wei would kill me if I ate anything. Nothing struck us in our guidebook for a place to go for dinner, so we went back to the Champs-Elysées to find dinner. We saw a Chinese place that looked interesting, but how could we get Chinese on our vacation? We found a restaurant with a menu in both English and French (sorry! We were hungry and lazy) called Bistro Romain. It looked nice, so we got a table there. They put us way in the back in the corner, however. But who cares, we were hungry. I ordered a glass of red wine, but fate conspired against us, and while setting down, it hit a plate, and spilled all over the table. And that, my friends, was the best part of this meal. They did get me another glass of wine, and we ordered some food. I was in the mood for something good, so I ordered a nice big steak, and Lin-Wei got a seafood pasta with a salad. We hadn't had a heck of a lot of vegetables on this trip, so she was really looking forward to this salad. After a few minutes the man brought her salad and placed it in front of her. When I saw it, it was all I could do not to laugh. Her salad consisted of:
Iceberg lettuce
Mushrooms A generous helping of zucchini
Between courses, I sought out the bathroom, finding it three levels below our floor, down a long hall, around the corner, and down a few more stairs. I thought I'd never find it. But, um, I did. A few minutes after I got back, they brought the food. Now it was Lin-Wei's turn to laugh. What they placed before me was one of the worst cuts of fat-encrusted, burnt, thinnest slices of "meat" that I had ever seen. The thing was almost 60% fat too. It was so disgusting. I ate a couple of bites, but stole some of Lin-Wei's seafood. Soon afterwards we asked for the check, and we got the heck out of there. What a terrible experience! It was back to our hotel after that for some rest.
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Hey, I cook!
