My
feet, ooooh my feet. I did not know feet could hurt like this. I decided to
stay put and get a day of rest. This might offend some people that I didn’t go
anywhere, but I had seen all the things that were on the top of my list to see
in Paris, and although there were things I would have liked to do, such as
actually take the tour of Les Invalides, or go to Monet’s Giverny garden, or
try again to go the temple, which I acutally did attempt, but the Metro line
that goes directly there was closed on Saturday for construction, and it would
have taken me 2 hours to get there by a different route, and different train,
and many more transfers, and I just didn’t relish the idea of possibly getting
lost again. I know, I’m a wimp, but anyways, I couldn’t have written all this
stuff down if I’d gone, and for me, getting a day to sleep in, relax and write
as much as I want without distraction or interruption is heaven, and I didn’t
want to the spend the day any other way.
So, that morning I walked
downstairs, bought some nectarines from the Franprix and came back upstairs to
write. I wrote all day, but I started to get hungry, and I figured since I
hadn’t eaten at an actual sit down restaurant yet, that would be a good way to
end the trip. I made a reservation at a place nearby called the Picoute and
walked over at 7pm. I decided to get something I wasn’t used to, although the
risotto looked really good, I wanted to try something different. I had White
Sea Bass. It’s hard to describe, I’m not sure if maybe the fish was pickled or
something, but it was served cold, and it didn’t flake like a cooked fish, and
yet, I could tell it was cooked, but I had to cut through it with a knife, and
yet, in my mouth it was very soft, not chewy. It had a wonderful citrus flavor,
topped with purple onions and cilantro. With it, there was this eggplant that
was pulverized, but with whole pieces of the skin and supposedly there was
caviar in it, but I couldn’t see or taste the caviar. A little forkful of this
with the White Sea Bass was very good. It also came with a fried patty of
mashed potatoes and onions. It was very good as well, but hard to describe as
it wasn’t as foreign to me as everything else.
I left with my belly full and went
home to pack for the train journey to Grenoble on Sunday.
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