First stop, the Louvre. If you’ve been, you know words can’t describe. If you haven’t been, GO. Afterwards, my father and (basically) sister Charley cruised “le jardin des Tuileries.” Some men were selling Eiffel Tower doo-dads.
Safe to say I was starved after the rues, upon rues of walking this morning (nice Franglish …I promise I’ve been speaking as much French as I can). The Steak tartare at “Les Tons Tons” in the 15th was ridiculous.