After we finished up the palace in Versailles, we stopped for a very authentic French lunch before we hopped back on the train.
We both had the French version of the Quarter Pounder with Cheese, which is called the Royal (presumably because of their preference to monarchy over the Imperial system.) I have eaten McDonald’s in America, England, Romania, Germany and France- and I don’t know whether I should be proud or ashamed of that fact- this was the best McDonald’s I have ever eaten hands down. The burger was a real honest to goodness juicy burger. The fries were the same as anywhere but we were both bowled away by the deliciousness of a normally mediocre quarter pounder!
That night we went to the Lourve because it is open until 10 on Fridays. We made sure we saw the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo and then circled the French paintings area but all in all, the Louvre is too massive to be done at once- plus all of the plaques were in French. We took a picture of the Mona Lisa just because we felt we should.
They had that thing protected like it was the … well, Mona Lisa. We didn’t take pictures of the other artwork because that gets on my nerves.
After our fair share of culture for the day, we walked to a little restaurant that Mike had heard of and asked for a table for two. The host said if we didn’t mind downstairs seating, we could have a table right away. Downstairs was a little caveish with all rock walls and was very charming. However, there was a table for us, two French gentlemen, and a table of about 14 slightly tipsy Scots. They were wearing kilts and signing the entire evening! It was great and they were all very nice and we even sang along!
The next day we walked. And walked. And walked. We just wanted to get out and see the city so we walked. We didn’t take that many pictures but we had a great day of seeing the markets, shopping districts, gardens and many other things. We did occasionally stop for sustenance.
We ended at another restaurant late that evening and ended up sitting by a couple on vacation and she was originally from Katy, Texas! Mike had been trying to experience a wide range of real French food and ordered the escargot (snails).
They didn’t suck, which just proves that if you put enough garlic butter on ANYTHING it becomes edible. As we were finishing up our dinner, a table of four came and sat down near us- it was four of the singing men from the night before!! We left bit sorry that we would miss the inevitable show!