Even the treadmill had a word for me this morning. After about 10 minutes of chugging, the message showed up, “When are you starting this run?” It made me think that, although\u00a0highly unlikely,\u00a0I’ve become French, at least in the gym. More likely is that I’ve become something else, also starting with the letter “F” (and ending in “A-T”).<\/p>\n
After the gym,\u00a0we\u00a0had a\u00a0caf\u00e9\u00a0<\/em>at the Pause Caf\u00e9, 41, rue de Charonne, then strolled around the\u00a0vibrant March\u00e9 d’Aligre, both in the 11th. On the way, we dropped into Barrio Latino, 46-48, rue du Fbg St. Antoine, part of\u00a0the Buddha Bar\u00a0chain of “hip” bars\/restos,\u00a0www.buddhabar.com<\/a>,\u00a0just to suss it out. It’s an old furniture store, now a Mexican\/French restaurant\/bar\/night spot with a gorgeous interior. Way too cool for us, I suspect, although they let us in to see it today.<\/p>\n Still trying to fit a number of places in, we went around the corner to Le 21,\u00a0strangely enough, Shannon, located at\u00a0 21, rue Mazarine, for an excellent\u00a0dejeuner<\/em>. It’s a quiet resto that seems to rely on word-of-mouth (our source was Fran\u00e7ois Simon’s blog)\u00a0but\u00a0well-worth finding. (It’s a bit pricey, though.)<\/p>\n Ran errands and did some work this afternoon although it’s turned into a glorious day.<\/p>\n Graham stopped by to discuss a possible project.<\/p>\n On the way (back) to L’Ecailler tonight, we passed a street on which Sandy wants to acquire a place, just for its name,\u00a0Impasse Charles Petit. Oddly, there’s an\u00a0A Vendre<\/em>\u00a0sale in one of the apartment windows. Not this trip, unfortunately.<\/p>\n\n\t\t