A day out in Paris

I’m big on reflection, and Paris seems like a lifetime ago, but I remember the food like it was last week. Good food I believe you never truly forget.

The one (and you will have to excuse me if you think this is basic, obvious and oh-so stereotypical), is the French Onion Soup in the Latin Quarter, made the French way in a French restaurant – that is something else.

And ice-cream on the Île Saint-Louis, as strongly suggested by some good friends, was really given as an order and if we didn’t experience this, we wouldn’t be allowed back through the Gare du Nord. Even the cold, bitter weather (it was early February), wasn’t going to push us away. So all I can say is have the ice-cream at the renowned Berthillon, if you ever get the chance to visit.

Sometimes it is law that you have to travel to find good grub and make the sacrifice in the cold!