Our Day of Rest

After two days of many hours on the road, we awoke (late) on Wednesday morning with plans to go get breakfast from a local place that advertised pancakes and omelettes (we’d been eating croissants and baguettes most days, were ready for a bit of a change), then get in the car and drive to Versailles. Versailles isn’t that far from Paris, but it is southwest of the city, while we were staying to the east. Talking over breakfast, we discovered that each of us thought the other really wanted to go to Versailles, but neither of us cared enough to warrant getting back in the car. So we bailed. I know if we had gone, we would have been fine. Versailles is stunning (from pictures, I haven’t been), and we surely would have loved it.

Instead, we loved the day we had in Vincennes, which involved some clothes/gift shopping, massages (at an institute with students giving the massages, which were not fabulous by any stretch of the imagination, but were still relaxing and inexpensive), and buying ingredients for dinner. We stopped in the fromoger for cheese, the boulangerie for bread, an Italian deli for salami, eggplant, and Parmigiano Reggiano, and the fruitier for fruits. The wine we bought at Monoprix, which is sort of like a Target, if your local Target has a grocery section (ours does). We came back to our place, did laundry, watched a movie, and regained our energy in preparation for more busy days ahead, our 4 days in Paris. By the way, the blue cheese we got (Le Roquefort Artisanal) was so good, I told Carey I wanted to go back and marry the guy who suggested it to us. Not cool to Ted, having a plural marriage, especially since his stomach doesn’t really do well with dairy anymore, but there it is. It was a lovely day.