http://theygotodie.com/if.php We had a late start today, we kept waiting for the church bells but they were delayed on Saturday morning. Mike slipped out and visited the bakery for croissants. After breakfast, we hopped the Metro for St-Michel to visit Notre Dame. We walked around Cite, caught Flower Market, Pont Neuf, and then on to Monmartre where Karen and I visited fabric and trim stores around the butte. We got some fabulous ideas, saw great fabrics and exquisite trims, and, as always, wished I would sew more. Mike was very patient, and ultimately, we headed back to the apartment for snacks and wine to escape the frantic crowds.
Tassel shop in Monmartre
Dinner tonight would be a rotisserie chicken and potatoes from the butcher around the corner. I slipped down after snacks and reserved a chicken with the butcher – in French as he spoke flawless English back to me. He told me to come back in ten minutes and it would be ready. Just after we reserved our poulet, a man came in and reserved two and there were only three on the spit! Timing is everything.
