The usual suspects

Les Gangs tout Ici

Most nights we all ate together and had a great time sharing the days experiences at another fabulous Parisian (but not always French) restaurant. Here's some pictures:

Easter dinner

Due to language difficulties, the diet coke we ordered turned out to be 2 Litres of beer in a column. We were good sports and drank it all:

Guido, the piano player, came down to talk to us and sold Cindy a CD. By that time the beer was beginning to affect the photography (as well as Cindy's musical taste).

…and finally the landlords:

Taking a load off

Mid afternoons are a good time to have a drink and rest up a few minutes during the long Parisian hikes:

Bubbling up

On the way back from the Left Bank, we'd often stroll through the gardens of the Palais Royal to get to the apartment. Two identical permanent sculptures in the shape of stacks of polished round balls mark the courtyard. Here's how they saw us:

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