They greet you by name, the food and wine are decent, real plates and real silverware, and both cheese and two sweets for dessert. The best part was the seats which fold competent flat so you could actually sleep. We both got about 5 hours of good sleep, which made all the difference when we landed. First time in a long time I have not felt like a zombie after landing in Paris or anywhere else overseas.
The RER train ride to our airbnb apartment gave us time to regroup, and we got off at Denfert-Rochereau and walked down rue Daguerre to the apartment. It is a lovely place, on the 3rd floor up stairs, a small bedroom, lovely sitting room with a piano, large kitchen, and nice bathroom. Our liaison greeted us and showed us around a bit. We unpacked, went down to Monoprix to buy some basics, got some nice cheese and sausage at Androuet, bread at Moisin, and some fresh strawberries, and went back to provision the kitchen for the morning.
I had read about an exhibit of photos of cars, at Fondation Cartier, which I thought Catherine would probably not be interested in, so we walked over there, only a few blocks away. It was an interesting exhibit and Barney really enjoyed it. We walked through the garden afterwards, an oasis of green and quiet in the midst of the 14th. Then back to Brasserie Peret for a light dinner: smoked salmon salad and Sancerre for me, smoked duck and a Languedoc red for Barney. We indulged in some Bertillion ice cream, the salted caramel so strong and full. We were both quite tired, so we headed back. On the way, we stopped at a nice wine shop, and I urged Barney to try his French to buy some Porto, and he did very well. Upstairs now, it has been a warm day (the high was 86 degree, very warm for Paris) and it is still warm up here even with the windows open. The street is busy here at night but we will sleep well I am sure.
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