Sunday was our last day in Paris.
It had to be done.
A short Metro hop to the Ile
Beautiful French Gothic.
And even better?
Yay, a bit of dead person.
Still not sure who is in here, but I have several books on relics (bien sur) so hopefully I will be able to track them down.
Then a quick wander around the old and quirky Ile
A sombre moment en route to the Metro
A very brief stop in possibly the most expensive tea shop in the world
One look at the menu (cups of tea starting at 10€ each) and we were running out of the door like we’d just robbed the place.
I was quite impressed by how fast we could run.
Must be all that yoga strengthening the leg muscles.
A very long and very leisurely lunch at
The Buddha Bar.
A place full of the young, stylish and beautiful of Paris.
Chiselled cheekbones, designer labels, effortless style and sophisticated conversation.
Hello Tracey, hello Julie :-)
The food was ok.
A buffet style set up featuring an unusual mix with pastries at one end, continental breakfast at the other and curry and noodles in the middle.
Most dishes running out very quickly and being replenished in a very leisurely manner.
I think the whole concept of buffet dining /instant food is anathema to the Parisian dining ethos.
You don’t go to the Buddha Bar for the food.
You go to see and be seen.
Or in my case, just gawp at the beautiful people.