|Inside Shakespeare & Company|
|We strolled along and watched street artists draw portraits|
|Bob?....Yes, thats Bob!|
He was helpful and polite, speaking better English than our poor French. Not only was he the only waiter, he even stepped out for a cigarette for a moment never once missing a customer.
We ordered. I had Coq au vin and Diana the beef bourguignon. She the salad and I the onion soup as starters. All Formule was very good. We skipped dessert. Duh.
We found our waiter’s name is Bob. Bob? Again, I am surprised at the Parisian courtesy which defies all reputation to the contrary. We had an amiable walk back to our apartment taking photos along the way.
|One of the many inviting places to eat|