Despite a frustrating case of jet lag, I've managed to do a lot of touristy sight seeing while still feeling like a local who lives in a fabulous apartment, (almost) seamlessly manages the Metro, shops for local produce at the Bastille market, and (gasp!) cuts in line. I've even had an almost complete conversation in French with a real French person. It's been très cool.
So for my final dinner, we couldn't do anything but have a delicious French dinner at a bustling brasserie just a short walk down our narrow, cobblestone street. Chartier was the perfect fit; an historic restaurant in a beautiful old building, it was a memorable Parisian dining experience and a wonderful way to close out my trip.
Mes amis!
Blanquettes de Veau à l'Ancien. I'm so sorry baby cow! You were delicious, but I'll probably never do this again.
Poire Melba Chantilly. Oh my.
The waiters write your orders on the table and the bill from memory. No calculators, either.
Au revoir, Paris! I'll miss you terribly! But I don't doubt that I will be back, and next time I'm bringing melatonin supplements (for the jet lag).
I will take credit for the melatonin reference.
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