Bonjour Monsieur Poulet! - Wednesday

Bonjour Paris!  Bonjour Mister Chicken!

We launched our Wednesday in separate camps.  The ladies headed for Musee D'Orsay and Lyle and I decided to skip it (I love art, but my feet hurt.)  So we wandered through the Mariais, the Ile St Louis and the Ile de la Cite.  The Ile de la Cite is where Notre Dame is.

 While we were walking past Notre Dame, Lyle and I saw what appeared to be a photo shoot for a Japanese bridal magazine.  I sprang into action!

Don't judge me.  I later saw two Japanese girls doing the exact same pose atop Notre Dame.  I really wish I had asked to take a photo with them.

We arranged to meet the ladies at the Bon Marche Grande Epicurean in St Germain.

The food there is amazing.  Each item a work of art.  Even the radishes all looked polished and perfect. Such an beautiful, glorious, expensive store...

 Vueve Cliquot was sponsoring an a large display of champagne.  They had special packaging showing Vueve packed away like sardines.  Cindy and Lyle share the difficult task of begin in a photo for scale and perspective.  I think Cindy is Scale, Lyle is perspective.

Our plan for a lovely sit down lunch was slightly hindered by being ready at about 2:30 for lunch.  No sitting down for lunch in Paris at 2:30.

 So we purchased some nibbles and had a standing picnic in the middle of the food floor.

 Post "lunch" we did some tour of the shops in St Germain.  Angie bought a pair of hot pumps, Cindy, Dorothy, and Bev all bought some, how do they say it in France?... "seductive wear".  Let's leave it at that. (wink, wink)

We can't shop all day.  Ok, I can shop all day.  But other people wanted to see "sights".  We headed to Jardin du Luxembourg.

 Bev shows us all how it's done, strike an imperial pose!

 Angie hit a regal mark.

 Cindy is royal and pondering who to have beheaded.

 Venita let us all know she is in charge.  Do not question the queen!

 Dorothy was back at he apartment.  Insert Dorothy, here.

 The Jardin du Luxembourg is the park directly behind the French Senate building. Its gorgeous.

 Lyle directs the royal guard to do his bidding with a little assistance from Venita.

 Of course I am winsome and warm to all.

On our way headed home we am across something none of us had seen so far this trip... SUN!!!

After a number of hearty French winter/spring meals, the ladies were crying out for one thing: Vegetables.  Lyle and I made a reservation at Nos Ancetres les Gaulois.  When you are seated, they bring the table an ENORMOUS basket of fresh vegetables to eat to your heart's content.

 Cindy looks pretty content.

The meal also includes a bottomless jug of red wine, coldcuts, a hot meat skewer of your choices, a cheese and fruit course and then, just when you think you'll explode, dessert.

 This is a little bit into the endless jug 'o wine.

 Beverly was missing her kiwi.

Dorothy always knows how to make friends and an entrance.

After a late night of dining, we made our way home by foot.  Foot.  Foot.  Everything we do in this city is on foot.  My feet are killing me!