Tuesday was shopping day. Michael and Steve went exploring for butchers and bakeries. Anne and I went seeking fashion on the Champs Élysées. After finding some tops and trousers to supplement my wardrobe, we had lunch at a delightful restaurant called Le 68, inside the Guerlain Perfumery. We were escorted down a marble staircase, seated and then were waited and feted for the next hour. Not only did they allow us to share a club sandwich and a Caesar salad, they served the halves as completely separate dishes. After a glass of wine and so much food, we declined dessert. However our waiter was not to be denied. He presented us with a complementary tray of truly delectable petit fours. We forced them down. It was a relaxing interlude from the busy street above.
After lunch, we walked a good length of the Champs Élysées to the Christmas Markets to have a look. Too pooped to walk back, we caught the Metro instead. There was a 5 minute delay at one of the stations due to an 'incident'. No clue as to what, just announced as an incident. A reminder of uncertain times.
Back at the apartment, our menfolk cooked us a meat and veg dinner, followed by another round of euchre. Anne and I have yet to win a game.
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