Spiral French staircases can be hell. Try navigating one after a bottle of Muscadet or for that matter oversized traveler's luggage. I've done it with both, and trust me, neither is a pretty sight. But, then again, you're in France. Life could be worse. Still, life can have it's unfortunate encoutrements; for example, andouillet. Not to be confused with the Creole spicy sausage that adorns jambalaya or gumbo, I learned at a Paris cafe how tripe tastes - and smells. Porter one the prize for worst plate decision of night no. 1. My saumon was better, a bit overcooked but definitely palatable after 12 hours spent in the air and about five in three different airports over the past day. Meanwhile, words cannot express watching Bill play air cutlery as he nearly fell asleep at the table while cutting his asperges, or asparagus. It was all certainly better than my meals on British Airways making the trek over via London.
Just another experience. C'est la vie!
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