Parislog 85
December 13, 2006

While taking a walk with H* the other day, I came across this lovely little reminder of America. Some ideas cross all borders. It shouldn’t have surprised me however to run across a “Eurostore”. We took a little tour of the space and it was the same kind of stuff as the 99¢ store. There were a couple of things that I wish I had purchased there instead of BHV like the felt pads for the legs of the chairs.A*, I* and I spent forever trying to find a place to park so that we could eat one night. We had gone to a photography exhibit of a friend of I*’s and afterwards decided to find something to eat. BIG mistake. My neighborhood has no, I mean NO parking after a certain hour. We drove up and down every little street that we could. There were cars parked in every illegal manner possible. They were in between the cross walks, on the sidewalks, sideways in slots and in front of meridian strips. It was a nightmare. Eventually, we went to the nearest parking garage which happens to be at Montparnasse and from there we walked. We walked down a few streets to find a likely place to eat. It is a hugely popular restaurant and bistro area and the prices reflect that. Finally we stopped in this little place. The prices were reasonable but the food was only so-so. I guess it was a trade-off, It was quaint though.