Paris, Île-de-France, France
Yesterday (Sunday) we all woke up bright and early, about 5.30. Once we were alert enough to get dressed,we headed off to the Bastille Market, a treasure trove of fresh fruit, vegetables, meat, seafood, charcuterie (salami etc) and cheeses.
Having decided to buy some beautiful fresh produce with which to cook dinner that night, we browsed through all the stalls and selected some lovely veges, salami and cheese. We were planning on making chicken breasts with sautéed mushrooms, fresh asparagus and other veg.
Once we had finished at the market, we headed back to the apartment to put everything away and to head out again for a hop-on, hop-off bus trip around the city. We ended up not hopping off until we’d done a full circuit. It was a real treat to see Adams face when he saw the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe for the first time. And we all agree that the Champs Élysées is indeed a busy street! We had wonderful views from the open top bus. We saw the two padlock bridges, Pont des Arts , and the Pont de l’Archevêché. Before we got on the bus, we saw about a thousand people waiting to start a colour run, where participants run 5km, then at the end pelt each other with coloured paint powder. We saw the end result while on the bus.
At the end of the bus trip we were going to go into Notre Dame, but the queue was about 100 metres out the door so we’ve postponed it for another day. We stopped at a cafe for a Croquet Monsieur and coffee before heading home for a wine. We were all pretty tired from the big day before and the early morning.
Eventually, I decided I should cook dinner, so started preparing the veges. When I went into the fridge to get the chicken breasts out I couldn’t find them anywhere. I asked Adam where he’d put them, and at the same moment we both realised we had forgotten to buy them. We were planning on buying them last. Never mind, let’s just get one of the roast chickens from the butcher down the road, Adam suggested, and he set off to buy one, and more wine.
About 15 minutes later he came back empty handed. The butcher shop, the supermarkets and the wine shop were all shut. I thought we’d been teleported to Launceston, where the footpath gets rolled up at 5pm on a Sunday!
So our lovely chicken dinner ended up being just veges and fresh pancetta wrapped asparagus. It still tasted lovely and was filling enough.
After that I went to bed, asleep by 8.30pm.