Day 33 - 29 April 2019 Monday - Paris

Lunch today was the fixed price special at Le Colvert Bistrot, entrée was a delicious espuma de tarama avec pancake de potates dous followed by a ‘pave’ of salmon with a crispy skin with julienne carrots and then a dessert of a bavaroise with chocolate sauce with shards of chocolate and lashings of cream (some of this may not be exactly correct as I am having trouble reading my notes from the day).  To prevent dehydration I had a small beer and a glass of white wine.


At the table next to me was a French man and his primary school age daughter who also had their dog with them.  The dog was one of those funny dogs with a wrinkly face and although the dog was only 12 months old it looked a lot older.  An unfortunate characteristic of this breed of dog is that it has an erect and curly tale which meant that as the dog was facing away from me I spent most of my time eating my lunch looking at a most unattractive dog’s bum.  It also had another unattractive characteristic in that it farted a lot.  The dog’s owner was considerate enough, in a French way, to warn me of the possibility of this happening prior to the dog demonstrating her considerable capabilities in this area.


Post lunch I spent some time sorting out luggage and getting rid of unwanted paperwork and repacking bags for an early start tomorrow.  I have to be at CDG at about 6.00am for a 9.00am flight which means leaving the hotel at about 5.15am which means getting up at about 4.15am.  Luckily I will have about 23 hours to sleep on the plane.


Dinner tonight, and wait for it, was fish and chips and a pint of Guinness at Corcoran’s Irish bar.  I discovered it today on my walk and feeling like something simple that really hit the spot, no buttery sauces, no trying the decipher the menu, just walk in and order a pint of Guinness and the fish and chips, too easy. The barman was Irish so he spoke a form of English.

Back to the hotel and after watching some of the snooker world championships (into the semi finals and getting exciting), an early night in preparation for an early morning.

Just some random Parisian pics.

Fun Fact: Although not particularly cold lots of Parisians still wearing scarfs, although hardly necessary I reckon they do it so that they can look 'jaunty'. Same as having their sweaters loosely draped over their shoulders.

Step count: Lots but didn't record the number.

Observation: I appeared to be the only person in the restaurant the took any notice of the dog farts.