After lunch at the pizza place, we went back to the apartment and took it easy for awhile. We made a dinner reservation at Frenchie. By pure luck we managed to get in even though there was supposed to be a month-long waiting list.
When we were ready to head out again, it was cocktail hour. That meant that the outdoor cafés along Rue Montorgueil would be filling up with people enjoying snacks, refreshments, and people-watching. We’d soon be among them. Continue reading “Cocktails on Rue Montorgueil, then Frenchie”
