Bonjour monsieur

I stopped in a cafe for lunch and ordered a croque monsieur; a grilled cheese and ham sandwich, topped with parmesan. It was to die for and perfect for this foggy cold day. It came along with green lettuce served simply with a vinaigrette. I think even lettuce tastes better in France.

After a full day of walking, I stopped at some small shops to pick up an orange, a liter of water, a sourdough roll with raisens and an eclaire to eat for dinner back at my hotel.

In addition to eating, I also explored Montmarte, paid my respects at the grave of Degas and Foucalt, counted pigeons and turned down a Frenchman who invited me for a glass of wine. The cold does put a damper on the pleasure of walking in Paris, but provides a good excuse to duck into shops and museums to warm up or buy a warm pastry.