A short one day layover in Paris en route to Bordeaux for the annual En Primeurs pageant. In this case one day is enough. But more about that later.
About 10 minutes after I left them, I felt a lightness in my bags. Before I got on the train into Paris I checked for my coat. It had gone missing. I thought I had probably left it in the cafe when I had reached in a pack to get a camera for the photo of James and Drew. So I sprinted back to see if it were still there. You've heard stories of the city and how people don't care (more about that later). In this case I was in luck, my warm and needed coat was right where I left it. On to Paris.
Alice tipped me off to a wine bar in the center of town, Coinstot Vino, in one of those quaint little 'passages' , covered shopping spaces from the 19th century that predated today's sprawling malls. Alice emailed me that her friend, Lizzie was there by herself, just in from a UN mission in the Congo. We met up with her and shared a few bottles of uber-natural wine.
And there you have it. Some good stinky wines, a recovered coat, a nasty metro shakedown and a long walk home in Paris in the dark, on a cool Spring night in April. Ain't life grand?