Dinner would be in Paris that night so that we could squeeze just a few more hours out of the city.
Being their guests, Ziming and Antoine dutifully asked Sharon and I what we would like to eat. We must have been on the same wavelength because we both replied "French" without hesitation.
Ten minutes later we found ourselves searching out a French restaurant in the Latin Quarter that would be both delicious and off the beaten path of tourists. We settled on La Jacobine, a quaint little tea room that turned into a small restaurant after 19h00.
Dinner there lasted 2 hours and was filled with dishes of duck and salmon, a bottle of wonderful red wine, and an île flottante dessert with Aztec chocolate. After almost paying the wrong bill and then a slight scene when Sharon and I tried to pay the tab for dinner - a French no-no when you are someone else's guest - we walked out into the Parisian night a little heavier than when we walked into the restaurant.
Being their guests, Ziming and Antoine dutifully asked Sharon and I what we would like to eat. We must have been on the same wavelength because we both replied "French" without hesitation.
Ten minutes later we found ourselves searching out a French restaurant in the Latin Quarter that would be both delicious and off the beaten path of tourists. We settled on La Jacobine, a quaint little tea room that turned into a small restaurant after 19h00.
Dinner there lasted 2 hours and was filled with dishes of duck and salmon, a bottle of wonderful red wine, and an île flottante dessert with Aztec chocolate. After almost paying the wrong bill and then a slight scene when Sharon and I tried to pay the tab for dinner - a French no-no when you are someone else's guest - we walked out into the Parisian night a little heavier than when we walked into the restaurant.
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