Paris Day Quatre
The hall of mirrors, the fountains, and gardens are all so incredible.
What was not incredible was by the time we were going to take a tour of the outside it started pouring.
We decided to take a tram tour thinking it was covered and we would not get wet. As soon as the tram started moving, a tidal wave hit Lauren and Cammie.
Everyone looked like wet rats by the end of the day.
We went back to Les Anemones for a second time and got Escargot and a steak frites.
“Medium?” The waiter asked me.
“No, medium rare,” I said.
Unfortunately I learned that
Medium rare= still mooing.
We ventured to Sens that night and later to a crazy irish pub called O’Sullivans.