Tuesday

Um, I slept until noon. We got out of the house around 2, bought some bread and cheese and figs and went back home to eat them. We then tromped off to the Musee des Arts Decoratifs. We didn't realize that there were different ticket prices for different parts and we saw the furniture when we meant to check out the jewelry. Not to worry, there was a gift shop which was almost a museum itself. After, we went for a delicious, thick hot chocolate at Angelina.

That night Gypsy took me to a belated birthday dinner at Le Comptoir which looked to me exactly how a French restaurant should. There was even a customer wearing cute yellow shoes which was also exactly how I thought it should be. All of my stereotypes fulfilled by the look of the place, I discovered some new things as well. I like fois gras cold after all (so delicious on the green bean salad Gypsy ordered) and I was wary of the rhubarb panna cotta, but it topped the aforementioned crème brûlée.