What's for Dessert?

Dessert in France is often a simple but perfect choice of fruit and cheese, which many people purchase at the stunning outdoor markets that happen in most Paris neighborhoods around twice a week. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLokX1hFy0tzo_2my5sRiFaciE3HTVqo_fU58i2Yy72sULwWRUb4FTQBBR63Biw5uLp4cGGuO8E7PGOliThkVlB87e9Sjkw8MTQykOCppU0gH7Pg_AOr67XYErNa_wzF5LHqIynZBGpzAl/s1600/desserts2771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLokX1hFy0tzo_2my5sRiFaciE3HTVqo_fU58i2Yy72sULwWRUb4FTQBBR63Biw5uLp4cGGuO8E7PGOliThkVlB87e9Sjkw8MTQykOCppU0gH7Pg_AOr67XYErNa_wzF5LHqIynZBGpzAl/s400/desserts2771.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyOf_Mdk4LT71ljqqQOfCER_2acO5xCxivv4B9vrOrkP8ePMLnKRrKChOkmp74eYMVrXQ49BRMs4K8tmRv7tJ8t16q-0ci0GfJcMTy-mMoJu9RU7oVUpCYVcsdAbz5kMqho9rz-Ht1yGJ/s1600/desserts2787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyOf_Mdk4LT71ljqqQOfCER_2acO5xCxivv4B9vrOrkP8ePMLnKRrKChOkmp74eYMVrXQ49BRMs4K8tmRv7tJ8t16q-0ci0GfJcMTy-mMoJu9RU7oVUpCYVcsdAbz5kMqho9rz-Ht1yGJ/s400/desserts2787.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Our friend Michelle varied this with fruit and ice cream:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vzfLuAWSbQP03Xymp0sHUAgp9uhyc61d1-s4Sh7EwvhEpD9975ezJVoJe5SFMtgXKgCDX4JpmypjF0t8aLMvssURJHGzuPEjmPgpA29nfKUT10NKGGUKAwHaI5NQpxlimSiDRCRWXOC6/s1600/desserts2828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vzfLuAWSbQP03Xymp0sHUAgp9uhyc61d1-s4Sh7EwvhEpD9975ezJVoJe5SFMtgXKgCDX4JpmypjF0t8aLMvssURJHGzuPEjmPgpA29nfKUT10NKGGUKAwHaI5NQpxlimSiDRCRWXOC6/s640/desserts2828.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Restaurants also offer cheese and fruit, but also a selection of many other desserts such as this creme brulee that I had at Les Bugnes, a Basque restaurant that our friends took us to:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweVMbE8dA937aJcTuSz9nfcXT0CXoktSWWlrqEe-NboOPO1gZJHTxwVOGxMGr0xlhbK6cLXi3rmFtwwdAcko-0HfEGhjeKaZ3pnSBFskNLjPUZ4Lf-yUh-3XG4QOLOZuRIsvnTfdsgzdI/s1600/desserts2514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweVMbE8dA937aJcTuSz9nfcXT0CXoktSWWlrqEe-NboOPO1gZJHTxwVOGxMGr0xlhbK6cLXi3rmFtwwdAcko-0HfEGhjeKaZ3pnSBFskNLjPUZ4Lf-yUh-3XG4QOLOZuRIsvnTfdsgzdI/s320/desserts2514.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />A fruit tarte at another restaurant, Le Baratin, in the Belleville quarter where other friends live:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovlviV_HSPlQZ977CyrO9FbWD_d76IAP1iQduZp_X1vm44CVK-8IXOP6EeQWhKhomn_sEWVnh-i_V-RCT0_zI1GsUa3SOHeeqv2DO4D4gJ8JsSGgN75CcgjXaXme634ksoKnxs_RjsqCW/s1600/desserts2662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovlviV_HSPlQZ977CyrO9FbWD_d76IAP1iQduZp_X1vm44CVK-8IXOP6EeQWhKhomn_sEWVnh-i_V-RCT0_zI1GsUa3SOHeeqv2DO4D4gJ8JsSGgN75CcgjXaXme634ksoKnxs_RjsqCW/s640/desserts2662.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />All week I tried to get a tarte au citron -- I finally managed on Friday:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0A0D9QpuPk7lTKDm1mG9PZ3d5Fn9NTBAj5licohWJWjkSI1_s1I34upcfpkNdZCGF3fp-sZbvFKq4O0U_L8dIso-ZC4HTvqxjCFr8QU0PBS7MRS-9Gbw4cJfOxt9ag74SmrXgs85Fci4/s1600/desserts2732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid0A0D9QpuPk7lTKDm1mG9PZ3d5Fn9NTBAj5licohWJWjkSI1_s1I34upcfpkNdZCGF3fp-sZbvFKq4O0U_L8dIso-ZC4HTvqxjCFr8QU0PBS7MRS-9Gbw4cJfOxt9ag74SmrXgs85Fci4/s400/desserts2732.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Very elegant patisserie in the airport:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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What's for Dessert?

Dessert in France is often a simple but perfect choice of fruit and cheese, which many people purchase at the stunning outdoor markets that happen in most Paris neighborhoods around twice a week. Our friend Michelle varied this with fruit and ice cream:Restaurants also offer cheese and fruit, but al…

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Paris: A cup of coffee is a wonderful thing

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0OAi9Szf5sNTAwMsvSpL43P0bIW0-peOzwWdFVPCIS2Z18XiBU5ZoXRSbaN8pHE-51GMLhT9TMiQBEmYBp0G5ZJmXcTvavrU5XxnmT4OBghaFLjOLEi3WSu3EgdgB_I9PnBKLoSqgTt4/s1600/cups1852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0OAi9Szf5sNTAwMsvSpL43P0bIW0-peOzwWdFVPCIS2Z18XiBU5ZoXRSbaN8pHE-51GMLhT9TMiQBEmYBp0G5ZJmXcTvavrU5XxnmT4OBghaFLjOLEi3WSu3EgdgB_I9PnBKLoSqgTt4/s320/cups1852.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A set of hand-made coffee cups displayed at an outdoor ceramics fair near Saint Sulpice.<br />In French homes where we have been, after-dinner coffee is always served in demi-tasse cups the size of these.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOZt4-Xo1aF6IQvd1mNnTzNgdWeAv51qEL96ToLi_aahk4gf_2DbZyIBft0k5a9oLU72di6qFA-xWtkLxrSKt2y_-OZ-rH0cuV85MbTGTmOThFkZu1rZPNRGQhAJN8VNQ6OMjvj9Et807/s1600/sunday1954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOZt4-Xo1aF6IQvd1mNnTzNgdWeAv51qEL96ToLi_aahk4gf_2DbZyIBft0k5a9oLU72di6qFA-xWtkLxrSKt2y_-OZ-rH0cuV85MbTGTmOThFkZu1rZPNRGQhAJN8VNQ6OMjvj9Et807/s320/sunday1954.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast coffe on our first morning in Paris</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_J17sIHzU5ahR5TTup3fdueQmt4G9byihP557ctADL6YhWHND_yBIKTUh14pzNtb1JSIvVjXw8EUxbEgSURK2M7PtJ5Hc7iG0u0jR1mIsrmad6Uzq7vB1GaLMtnulTloX2zoRR5bXvKZ/s1600/cups2065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_J17sIHzU5ahR5TTup3fdueQmt4G9byihP557ctADL6YhWHND_yBIKTUh14pzNtb1JSIvVjXw8EUxbEgSURK2M7PtJ5Hc7iG0u0jR1mIsrmad6Uzq7vB1GaLMtnulTloX2zoRR5bXvKZ/s400/cups2065.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cup of coffee in a cup marked with the brand "Cafes Richard" --<br />another breakfast at one of the many cafes near our  hotel</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYIjfaW_EBC68CIxc4A7d97QzT7fGeUu1rhHjkuhxgTtQbLw36AD9vac_b51joMRVsufM2r0JrXZFmOzV_nuTKqbPcTs7tmd2s8jGG2KLsijXt7jOPj-T5R8StwZWZZ8rlqT3NWLAEEEs/s1600/cups2162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYIjfaW_EBC68CIxc4A7d97QzT7fGeUu1rhHjkuhxgTtQbLw36AD9vac_b51joMRVsufM2r0JrXZFmOzV_nuTKqbPcTs7tmd2s8jGG2KLsijXt7jOPj-T5R8StwZWZZ8rlqT3NWLAEEEs/s400/cups2162.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Long before coffee: medieval cups, flask, and pitchers at Musee de Cluny</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PgwwqNwG2vRy24coLvJl-3-ni3sNn0ugHKOV7wZNPKZEAHGg63_BcKYetSoM0JzrSdqCq5PW2fAk1pIboue2560hWqnf5rdkT2qBTAgHKA26fq0Q2aRSmG0IZYbEvVbkOHD3Y4Q5yJFw/s1600/cups2677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PgwwqNwG2vRy24coLvJl-3-ni3sNn0ugHKOV7wZNPKZEAHGg63_BcKYetSoM0JzrSdqCq5PW2fAk1pIboue2560hWqnf5rdkT2qBTAgHKA26fq0Q2aRSmG0IZYbEvVbkOHD3Y4Q5yJFw/s640/cups2677.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coffee and breakfast pastry on signature china at the very famous restaurant Le Dome, also near our hotel.<br />(Hemmingway ate here)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3q9vv5RHsJ-eK_lzeE3NKtZayqHoJCK-XEhox7D6Ofs87OdKjRNQ8CrPB32VFvhkevRxYIPXZ3DwXzYkSG9dfhaBhkhb4pVcazpTKaveiJLIMqNlZF15odYpmrMPiepGSCxnghZXG04hS/s1600/cups2714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3q9vv5RHsJ-eK_lzeE3NKtZayqHoJCK-XEhox7D6Ofs87OdKjRNQ8CrPB32VFvhkevRxYIPXZ3DwXzYkSG9dfhaBhkhb4pVcazpTKaveiJLIMqNlZF15odYpmrMPiepGSCxnghZXG04hS/s320/cups2714.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outdoor lunch dessert: my indulgent sorbet dwarfs Len's little cup of coffee </td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ASEPwAbzLUBFKpwasF43dDZ865YSNvkGSoqD8OOwTvchb4AdQhDvxIoG5WbMOnixOiTPNJKZIKACVORh8Rmm79Fc6i6r4dILbAbQlsm8aVcqOoQzlWvhpYme6g1NO5EPQZR8XqRWva-G/s1600/cups2739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ASEPwAbzLUBFKpwasF43dDZ865YSNvkGSoqD8OOwTvchb4AdQhDvxIoG5WbMOnixOiTPNJKZIKACVORh8Rmm79Fc6i6r4dILbAbQlsm8aVcqOoQzlWvhpYme6g1NO5EPQZR8XqRWva-G/s400/cups2739.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another cup of coffee for breakfast near our hotel</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR0ivNeKjTvbXg1-chLoxjQMcbliT_-vmgS1zjyQHr9P_nm48HQ6Xjd88pNbqUZiRvh-RpTI3qJ6LpNJnjbyyWKXwIWCIPcVe1x_C82jqINCMcJ0Z0e8StbtAqQMF5u8zld1lQeKeeiKK/s1600/tuesday2308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR0ivNeKjTvbXg1-chLoxjQMcbliT_-vmgS1zjyQHr9P_nm48HQ6Xjd88pNbqUZiRvh-RpTI3qJ6LpNJnjbyyWKXwIWCIPcVe1x_C82jqINCMcJ0Z0e8StbtAqQMF5u8zld1lQeKeeiKK/s400/tuesday2308.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coffee with a crepe at the famous Josselin Creperie.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgautZ5OkmFBJkfQo0DChp_URrGKbBpgkDYL8oT5vgvmEODak_f4hC0BN49hVrNyt4R16k2UKU5-Xzkzr-DX4GHSYogAwjRXhuNHMFcL6Mqn9EOdM-T5n-jkuHJP6H3S2gUPIdeWphOL5yW/s1600/cups2835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgautZ5OkmFBJkfQo0DChp_URrGKbBpgkDYL8oT5vgvmEODak_f4hC0BN49hVrNyt4R16k2UKU5-Xzkzr-DX4GHSYogAwjRXhuNHMFcL6Mqn9EOdM-T5n-jkuHJP6H3S2gUPIdeWphOL5yW/s640/cups2835.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After a fabulous lunch: demi-tasse cups of coffee at Michelle's house with<br />friends Anne-Marie and Dominique</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wE1vSPcERacPv5l37tHiXG8XmgYEaY51t-o89ArlPkUSR1NmdKRcd-DYpQtZ5NKnoIcxtC00PwkThP_J7mqebzw2M8dreydqWT6QzrLcromhfPVhCNQXfoVoRtqqcduHySREkii0qeS9/s1600/cups2837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wE1vSPcERacPv5l37tHiXG8XmgYEaY51t-o89ArlPkUSR1NmdKRcd-DYpQtZ5NKnoIcxtC00PwkThP_J7mqebzw2M8dreydqWT6QzrLcromhfPVhCNQXfoVoRtqqcduHySREkii0qeS9/s320/cups2837.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Different drink: a cup of tea at a table on the sidewalk at another creperie.</td></tr></tbody></table>Breakfast at the airport yesterday: one choice of coffee -- Starbucks. No photo, as it's exactly like a Starbucks in the US, including glazed donuts, bagels, muffins and characteristic names for drink sizes. Who would want to see a photo of that?

Paris: A cup of coffee is a wonderful thing

A set of hand-made coffee cups displayed at an outdoor ceramics fair near Saint Sulpice.In French homes where we have been, after-dinner coffee is always served in demi-tasse cups the size of these.Breakfast coffe on our first morning in ParisA cup of coffee in a cup marked with the brand "Cafes Ric…

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Paris Airport

We left our hotel at 7 AM, had a comfortable taxi ride, boarded our plane on time, and we are now back home for a while. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/9235175480/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="airport2846 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="airport2846" height="396" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5520/9235175480_728030387c.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ladurée pastry at the airport: their famous macarons made a delicious last-minute snack.<br />The rose-colored ones are rose-water flavor, and surprisingly taste like roses.<br />The salted caramel and chocolate ones are also exceptionally delicious.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/9232397085/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="airport2838 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="airport2838" height="375" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5473/9232397085_4285da5202.jpg" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DeGaulle Airport: waiting area with duty-free shops</td></tr></tbody></table>I'll be posting more about Paris.

Paris Airport

We left our hotel at 7 AM, had a comfortable taxi ride, boarded our plane on time, and we are now back home for a while. Ladurée pastry at the airport: their famous macarons made a delicious last-minute snack.The rose-colored ones are rose-water flavor, and surprisingly taste like roses.The salted c…

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Saturday Market Near Montparnasse

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/9219662289/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="saturday2765 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="saturday2765" height="558" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7354/9219662289_695a00202d_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of fruit and vegetables, beautifully displayed</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/9219662731/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="saturday2823 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="saturday2823" height="578" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5349/9219662731_08d46af044_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A man playing and singing old-style cabaret songs: think Edith Piaf</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/9222439768/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="saturday2759 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="saturday2759" height="587" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2833/9222439768_000502f9be_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amazing fish stalls</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/9219665251/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="saturday2755 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img alt="saturday2755" height="598" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5510/9219665251_dc7a0d0500_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Divine melons -- if only I had a kitchen!</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MjPiwu0cyg1wobLHm7pkNJ8AaiIbRIq1moXXIYcRUlxC8Tk6QE-RICJriMLjMkgyAZdhDt8EoTxEQJTQ22TqYxCqCaGUVzVwQL4Yqsb7bx2jxgZxbEWA6j86wTVaYLeZH67ct_AJHvIW/s1600/saturday2818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MjPiwu0cyg1wobLHm7pkNJ8AaiIbRIq1moXXIYcRUlxC8Tk6QE-RICJriMLjMkgyAZdhDt8EoTxEQJTQ22TqYxCqCaGUVzVwQL4Yqsb7bx2jxgZxbEWA6j86wTVaYLeZH67ct_AJHvIW/s640/saturday2818.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the sun was shining</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMPEgaN0UEcn7-pPL5aE24eFo4cIrypEhC-ohAZEsjM2K8XgK0i7xSXZOzi9BGzcUMrke-a1zR52c2LJVLDEip46md9wupbmsUcEcjeXTJD3FF309oCNNej_44BFgyBEk15NlOS5qPqhJ/s1600/saturday2796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMPEgaN0UEcn7-pPL5aE24eFo4cIrypEhC-ohAZEsjM2K8XgK0i7xSXZOzi9BGzcUMrke-a1zR52c2LJVLDEip46md9wupbmsUcEcjeXTJD3FF309oCNNej_44BFgyBEk15NlOS5qPqhJ/s640/saturday2796.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of artisanal food products, cheeses, ham, sausages....</td></tr></tbody></table><br />

Saturday Market Near Montparnasse

Lots of fruit and vegetables, beautifully displayedA man playing and singing old-style cabaret songs: think Edith PiafAmazing fish stallsDivine melons -- if only I had a kitchen!And the sun was shiningLots of artisanal food products, cheeses, ham, sausages....…

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Passage Vivienne

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Passage Vivienne

Last night we had dinner at Bistrot Vivienne in the Passage Vivienne with our friends Françoise and Laurent. It's one of the remaining 19th century shopping centers (or at least the predecessors of shopping centers) in Paris. It's a beautifully decorated restaurant with a delicious menu. You can see…

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More Crepes

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDujx11LO1T9ybP-pQJ_vvUUBzDMRL3TxZepv1hG-N68zH41whQYNkOj0bfR6sYBjyHim_Kpwsji_mD4iM-k2j_69nc6Z9ykonFWsVml8jBMjhM1uSZ_ZRhNm_aOhhMF3e0YXMCNCgAkS/s1600/tuesday2304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDujx11LO1T9ybP-pQJ_vvUUBzDMRL3TxZepv1hG-N68zH41whQYNkOj0bfR6sYBjyHim_Kpwsji_mD4iM-k2j_69nc6Z9ykonFWsVml8jBMjhM1uSZ_ZRhNm_aOhhMF3e0YXMCNCgAkS/s400/tuesday2304.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside Creperie Josselin: there's always been a line, <br />but today we walked right in and ordered because it was 3 PM.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR0ivNeKjTvbXg1-chLoxjQMcbliT_-vmgS1zjyQHr9P_nm48HQ6Xjd88pNbqUZiRvh-RpTI3qJ6LpNJnjbyyWKXwIWCIPcVe1x_C82jqINCMcJ0Z0e8StbtAqQMF5u8zld1lQeKeeiKK/s1600/tuesday2308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR0ivNeKjTvbXg1-chLoxjQMcbliT_-vmgS1zjyQHr9P_nm48HQ6Xjd88pNbqUZiRvh-RpTI3qJ6LpNJnjbyyWKXwIWCIPcVe1x_C82jqINCMcJ0Z0e8StbtAqQMF5u8zld1lQeKeeiKK/s640/tuesday2308.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A crepe with caramel and vanilla ice cream for me<br />and a lemon-honey crepe for Lenny.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVF9T9tbgv7LZDPK4LIWq4lPOJ38hibcaWuoHOPnSA3mBsj_D9UrsnB7l0LcahotJdTC2vucVgktMHslF5zBxDccBtweUa1x1a1qVJNqD3tcUM7nEzU4rEPJos_L58w1rM9rpBGjYld21C/s1600/tuesday2310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVF9T9tbgv7LZDPK4LIWq4lPOJ38hibcaWuoHOPnSA3mBsj_D9UrsnB7l0LcahotJdTC2vucVgktMHslF5zBxDccBtweUa1x1a1qVJNqD3tcUM7nEzU4rEPJos_L58w1rM9rpBGjYld21C/s400/tuesday2310.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kitchen.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8Cnoc5jmeR1czma-esdTIro-aZDR3KxTal8FNOKZpxFdplplLDuY3vFjYkikwXo6y071t1ekFeAf78VcdPyEyFPO8ECUa2uIgLr_VYU9P2eFxqmc1b-OisHmuZzbj6JCWnBI_5WFMT3i/s1600/tuesday2312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8Cnoc5jmeR1czma-esdTIro-aZDR3KxTal8FNOKZpxFdplplLDuY3vFjYkikwXo6y071t1ekFeAf78VcdPyEyFPO8ECUa2uIgLr_VYU9P2eFxqmc1b-OisHmuZzbj6JCWnBI_5WFMT3i/s400/tuesday2312.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The outside on the street with all the crepe places (address is 67 Rue du Montparnasse).<br />Needless to say, we've been eating lots of other things as well, but that will be a future post.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb50Sf8g0prHdBtTHn30oWoZ09FjcEi1GUqhvyJZKqizEVV-7DP760KXsWDHJZydNSAYYi8OrLVNh3rsZ27SmhBiWmkf-q2o207bkhh-rLwcQAsVusE-DkfaX7bPuSndHbyVc982XKH_k/s1600/tuesday2220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb50Sf8g0prHdBtTHn30oWoZ09FjcEi1GUqhvyJZKqizEVV-7DP760KXsWDHJZydNSAYYi8OrLVNh3rsZ27SmhBiWmkf-q2o207bkhh-rLwcQAsVusE-DkfaX7bPuSndHbyVc982XKH_k/s640/tuesday2220.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What we did first thing today: we went to the gardens of Versailles where we walked around for about 4 hours.<br />The lines for entry to the chateau itself looked around 2 hours long -- even if you had bought a ticket online!<br />So we just enjoyed the gardens.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3pJFt8teqtlR61KFqE7lKYi_NN1kgE_OrnFXakUiL0_zmOLxm4a7LjQuuF_sLb0-c0Igd132GXwFp41zmJcikGcDvufVBH8Gm38DlENyTDeXGIUnbSqMm9OIH4FFZt0PRItdYf0Pua3rW/s1600/tuesday2229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3pJFt8teqtlR61KFqE7lKYi_NN1kgE_OrnFXakUiL0_zmOLxm4a7LjQuuF_sLb0-c0Igd132GXwFp41zmJcikGcDvufVBH8Gm38DlENyTDeXGIUnbSqMm9OIH4FFZt0PRItdYf0Pua3rW/s640/tuesday2229.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One fountain was turned on. Every 10 minutes the fountain danced to appropriate<br />18th century French music. The rest of the gardens were beautiful also: music played,<br />but the water was not turned on except in this one.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnl9b70gbFrRDIxEIPn37RsN0VaFLxTOJmz6nH-rAEmHOULFQZacT5RWUiIYqrJEF7yWZU3txlWdD_bfUeTT35bRykKXiqOjfYdqIJ8yLCHVvbwmFYKO6vDo0dchu8yDJrpqteqTYi9slv/s1600/tuesday2294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnl9b70gbFrRDIxEIPn37RsN0VaFLxTOJmz6nH-rAEmHOULFQZacT5RWUiIYqrJEF7yWZU3txlWdD_bfUeTT35bRykKXiqOjfYdqIJ8yLCHVvbwmFYKO6vDo0dchu8yDJrpqteqTYi9slv/s400/tuesday2294.jpg" /></a></div>

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Inside Creperie Josselin: there's always been a line, but today we walked right in and ordered because it was 3 PM.A crepe with caramel and vanilla ice cream for meand a lemon-honey crepe for Lenny.The kitchen.The outside on the street with all the crepe places (address is 67 Rue du Montparnasse).Ne…

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A few good meals

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfefgDk3tAmJCAeimQDLGdFgeTlahdUakjtzRFyhIZ2iIy8NiJPFRvU28we5_ImhZ7fNspoP7oviEaQvs8RrD92aU_CSx4lWcL8BbcSvffgsUgUYh9lMikaB9uVKB2egVkaSGK5kN0NZK/s1600/saturday1898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfefgDk3tAmJCAeimQDLGdFgeTlahdUakjtzRFyhIZ2iIy8NiJPFRvU28we5_ImhZ7fNspoP7oviEaQvs8RrD92aU_CSx4lWcL8BbcSvffgsUgUYh9lMikaB9uVKB2egVkaSGK5kN0NZK/s320/saturday1898.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cold Salmon at Balzar where we met Michelle on Saturday<br />Dessert: molten chocolate cake</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6G7USjgxXNvBvrC_WK8wJt550Nq-AZoQzvhj7FFt_u5aWWiUckbDEU8uS-Y-a8yEAcWqvkr75DMGyfC60SC2oaJ98d-Jka2FYRaYrV3wSQr_0nlzQFj_0Fo1ix6tbDN0bnHhuYX-qmI3Y/s1600/saturday1899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6G7USjgxXNvBvrC_WK8wJt550Nq-AZoQzvhj7FFt_u5aWWiUckbDEU8uS-Y-a8yEAcWqvkr75DMGyfC60SC2oaJ98d-Jka2FYRaYrV3wSQr_0nlzQFj_0Fo1ix6tbDN0bnHhuYX-qmI3Y/s320/saturday1899.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fish at Balzar</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtA9-zLbW_dqAFmUzGfp7jckZ4_L_pw_pwahnR3b0oPTpl9hyphenhyphenGTJlpiYi1b_6W14M4lXJYNfc2GVql04CgHjZFDpFje19HtPNkbQsPNzC7ec8tMiIw2dVjb24sRnS9t0UJ_yUaRHdIx8r/s1600/saturday1951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtA9-zLbW_dqAFmUzGfp7jckZ4_L_pw_pwahnR3b0oPTpl9hyphenhyphenGTJlpiYi1b_6W14M4lXJYNfc2GVql04CgHjZFDpFje19HtPNkbQsPNzC7ec8tMiIw2dVjb24sRnS9t0UJ_yUaRHdIx8r/s320/saturday1951.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saturday dinner: a salad near our hotel</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOZt4-Xo1aF6IQvd1mNnTzNgdWeAv51qEL96ToLi_aahk4gf_2DbZyIBft0k5a9oLU72di6qFA-xWtkLxrSKt2y_-OZ-rH0cuV85MbTGTmOThFkZu1rZPNRGQhAJN8VNQ6OMjvj9Et807/s1600/sunday1954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOZt4-Xo1aF6IQvd1mNnTzNgdWeAv51qEL96ToLi_aahk4gf_2DbZyIBft0k5a9oLU72di6qFA-xWtkLxrSKt2y_-OZ-rH0cuV85MbTGTmOThFkZu1rZPNRGQhAJN8VNQ6OMjvj9Et807/s320/sunday1954.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRYWuhxTH15NUyA1OErUCQEo5Qam0Wdzky4CFGNTgn96bkIGBm0F3omtwlpuPXS0zq7A2dkjKHJR2Qqmy3WfYZcOQd0FWVKhcCEZGTkGlguOZY2qzqP0qoM9V0VmlYl9FVWS8FNnyWLZx/s1600/sunday2062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRYWuhxTH15NUyA1OErUCQEo5Qam0Wdzky4CFGNTgn96bkIGBm0F3omtwlpuPXS0zq7A2dkjKHJR2Qqmy3WfYZcOQd0FWVKhcCEZGTkGlguOZY2qzqP0qoM9V0VmlYl9FVWS8FNnyWLZx/s400/sunday2062.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mussels at Brasserie Suffren</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt02uhEbGJlzsQOq7YTFfNQ8scWJ8aczmi4-gkwnnJG4hoR3JOOsduPgesCMnuFlUyzFF_VGKbtcwsFkAsEZ3jh86azlaHa7s1BZHozYCD1dD40Lz4kKR2nlosi2WI3-SATAUGHZM1imoA/s1600/sunday2064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt02uhEbGJlzsQOq7YTFfNQ8scWJ8aczmi4-gkwnnJG4hoR3JOOsduPgesCMnuFlUyzFF_VGKbtcwsFkAsEZ3jh86azlaHa7s1BZHozYCD1dD40Lz4kKR2nlosi2WI3-SATAUGHZM1imoA/s320/sunday2064.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fish with aioli at Brasserie Suffren,<br />which was near our apartment in 1989 -- still good!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPF22VhwjU-xpu7bnAQcwAAeQYCfam_gLOzSlmY2c54WAs-BjD7w1gJeALC19rNaL4sCvdTOhwYMoP80Py-s032oe9dDhsIKVPnIJiyc-55G4PI8Om8fwTZgVAaJv6linEvKRJRYe0XlXq/s1600/sunday2007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPF22VhwjU-xpu7bnAQcwAAeQYCfam_gLOzSlmY2c54WAs-BjD7w1gJeALC19rNaL4sCvdTOhwYMoP80Py-s032oe9dDhsIKVPnIJiyc-55G4PI8Om8fwTZgVAaJv6linEvKRJRYe0XlXq/s400/sunday2007.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday lunch at Michelle's apartment in Cachan, just outside Paris</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwag3T3cjN1kCU2uadm7vpdHNUnxHmAo6tx1MS_nTr_PtrOCzo1jVUCl6WxCeKJGw99ItOYi5WJmEpldW1q8sF8mivoS6S_Ga3Zdv5krbsASOBxxLEPthrw6V-cNYhaEfrFvXP5ND_78TN/s1600/sunday1977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwag3T3cjN1kCU2uadm7vpdHNUnxHmAo6tx1MS_nTr_PtrOCzo1jVUCl6WxCeKJGw99ItOYi5WJmEpldW1q8sF8mivoS6S_Ga3Zdv5krbsASOBxxLEPthrw6V-cNYhaEfrFvXP5ND_78TN/s320/sunday1977.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A statue by Zadkine on Boulevard Edgar Quinet<br />Background: Tour de Montparnasse<br />Besides eating Paris is full of fabulous outdoor art</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJGiyTF82ailKn2Ny9WWnSq1LNOigo7PVpYk5e5m1QJ6qZF1e6Txv3zBqn7oAs0vpe-J7krFHbDsFaATKQg5q3-jL-y46Ab2439_ie9xeMN0HWW32uUri7WzWSECFHYhy5Yo2lAriGoQT/s1600/saturday1949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJGiyTF82ailKn2Ny9WWnSq1LNOigo7PVpYk5e5m1QJ6qZF1e6Txv3zBqn7oAs0vpe-J7krFHbDsFaATKQg5q3-jL-y46Ab2439_ie9xeMN0HWW32uUri7WzWSECFHYhy5Yo2lAriGoQT/s400/saturday1949.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also, Paris is full of beautiful old traditional things, <br />like the fountains of this design that once were really the water supply.</td></tr></tbody></table>

A few good meals

Cold Salmon at Balzar where we met Michelle on SaturdayDessert: molten chocolate cakeFish at BalzarSaturday dinner: a salad near our hotelBreakfastMussels at Brasserie SuffrenFish with aioli at Brasserie Suffren,which was near our apartment in 1989 -- still good!Sunday lunch at Michelle's apartment …

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