After my workout, I worked until lunch. Sandy was at French class.
Then, on our friend Bill Long’s recommendation, we went to Café Panique, 12, rue des Messageries,www.cafepanique.com, in the 10th arr., a pretty room with very nice service but average fare, at least what we had based on le recommendation de notre serveur, namely, the menu de jour. Maura thinks that by this time, we must be a bit jaded and hard to impress but I don’t think so.
Came home and did more work before heading to Salle Pleyel to hear the remarkable Lang Lang play the 3rd piano concerto in an (oddly) all-Prokofiev program.
Had a late galette at Le Comptoir and called it a night.