Once on the plane, this was Suzanne's meal and mine and my drink. After some sleep, breakfast was served and there was land below us as we gathered our tickets and headed to the Hotel Verneuil where this was our bed in its setting and the bathroom which may have been larger than the room and the view from our window which was limited but made for a very quiet environment which we appreciated.

Once settled, we decided to leave the room and have Suzanne pose in front of the hotel with its sign and the impressive grafitti across the way. This day, we decided to explore our local area heading to the Rue de Bac where we first saw this kitchen appliance store and our first boulangerie and a taverna selling good wines across the street followed by a sign for a play about isoscoles triangles (though I suspect not in the mathematical sense) and a deli selling Italian comestibles. By and by we passed street corners and scenes where Suzanne consulted her guide and the Musee Maillol where a crowd was gathering before we admired the wine store and the ice cream stand which was famous but the day was too cold. We passed through a park but didn't need to worry about our dog though we were in the period where the park's purpose was changed and on we went to the pastry store which we bypassed and the Musee Maillol for which we had seen signs before going into the cheese store of amazing aroma and broad choices. Having gathered our provisions, we walked past the penguins at a neighboring hotel turned onto our street and came home to put our goodies on our bed where we had a picnic of wine fruit water and cheese before taking a nap to get us over jetlag. When we awoke, we headed out towards dinner pausing for the obligatory phone booth picture and this picture of Suzanne with a Paris backdrop before we found our street and then our restaurant, Chez les Anges where this was the menu and the welcoming vegetables bread (tap) water and starter taste (which contained fish) before we ordered our wine Suzanne had her foie gras, I had my pumpkin soup, I had my vegetables and Suzanne had her bar fish and we ate on as the famous mashed potatoes came leading me to make the clean plate club even as the dregs of the wine remained in my glass and these were the profideroles that led to my last clean plate before the bill came and we went off to explore the Eiffel Tower where we were too late for entry but we could take a self portrait of ourselves and passed by this museum as we walked along the river back to our hotel.