Thanksgiving in Paris

Well, the strike proved to not affect us too badly last Thursday, thank goodness! I guess most forms of public transportation were running about a third as frequently as normal. Luckily Mr X and I just happened to get to all our train connections from the airport just in time to catch the few trains that were running. We found our hotel rather quickly and all was well. The one interesting thing about the strike being in effect was that the French Police were out en masse. They were all over the place, a lot of them in full riot gear. They were running around in cars, on motorcycles, on bikes, on foot, and even on Rollerblades. Here's a couple pics of them. One is of the riot gear and the other is of the Rollerblades. I'm not sure if you can tell that easily, but hopefully you can...

After we got settled into our hotel, Mr X and I headed out. We walked by the Louvre and then admired the Notre Dame for a bit.

Then we enjoyed the Jardins des Tuilleries...

...and then we made our way to the Latin Quarter to explore it a bit and to select the restaurant for our Thanksgiving Feast.

We found the same delightful restaurant we had enjoyed a year earlier with Mr X's parents so we decided to be loyal customers and go again.

So here was our delicious Thanksgiving dinner:

I started out with a very savory escargot plate.

Mr X was going for a healthy salad as his starter. Turned out the salad he ordered was actually chicken liver salad drizzled with a balsamic dressing. I thought it was delicious but he was less than thrilled.


This picture doesn't do it justice, but our main course was a traditional fondue. It was mouth-wateringly good. (As cheese usually is...) The fact that it was far less expensive than the fondue in Switzerland probably made it even tastier.

After dinner we simply called it a night and walked back to our hotel (situated a few blocks north of the Louvre) to call our families.