Flowers After Dinner

After Versailles, we rested for awhile in our tiny apartment. I had no energy to cook, and we had seen a Japanese restaurant about 100 yards from our house, so we decided to try it out.

Turned out to be a great place. The fish was fresh, the miso soup pleased Isabella, and they had Yakitori skewers of all kinds of meat and fish. Scallops (sorry, coquilles st jacques) and salmon for me, chicken and beef for Isabella.

By the time we left, we were exhausted and giddy so we took a walk. A few nights earlier we had eaten dessert at a small brasserie and decided to go back there again. We remembered that the owner was very nice to us that first night.

When we got there, it was clear he remembered us. He gave us each a big hug and chatted a little. When he brought Isabella's chocolate cake and my creme brulee, he gave us water and chatted again.

As we finished out treats, a flower vendor walked in and asked if we wanted flowers. I politely declined, but then the owner came out and said to him "they are my friends", and bought us each a small garland of jasmine. The vendor also gave Isabella a small bunch of flowers, both of which you can see in the picture.

We paid our bill and thanked the owner. He gave us each a hug and told us his name was Sam and we went on our way.

What a nice end to a long day!