Just a simple weekend trip. We did a little shopping and gave my new boots their debut. It’s the second time we’ve been to Paris without visitors, which meant that we planned NOT to make any typical touristy stops. Also, new shoes meant more metro sightings than expected. ouch.
Y’all. Texas Bar-Be-Cue. Like, really. Dill pickles and all. We drank beer from a pitcher! A pitcher! I had even forgotten you could order drinks in such a way. Our waitress was French and kept calling it ‘smoking sausage’. My smoked sausage sandwich and J’s rib plate were gone before I could even think of a picture, along with the jalapeño cornbread and then that peach cobbler. I knoooow. We had to meet the owner because, well because this was too authentic and we needed to pay our compliments. Turns out she’s from my favorite little neighborhood in Dallas! Not too far from where we lived last. If it all wasn’t perfect enough, we wobbled outta there, full stomachs, happy hearts and all to a gathering of people surrounding a 4-piece trombone band playing, nay jamming out to ‘When the Saints Go Marching In’ which, if you don’t know, is the song that we exited to at our wedding and an all time personal fave of the Montgomery’s.
The next day was Sunday and a day for meandering.
We took a boat cruise down the Seine and saw the sights from a new angle.
Before we headed back home, we stopped at our new favorite again. This time it was the pulled pork and brisket sandwiches with a milkshake and ROOT BEER!
And with that, we bid you a