But unlike most Sunday's that we've spent together, we've began something of a tradition.
HAPPY DAYS DINER.
It smells like America people, and they make bomb ass milkshakes.
Last weekend, in a fit of giggles we were attempting to find a mall that ended up being closed, but lo and behold an HD Diner popped up out of the midst and graced us with its delicious 5euro milkshakes, and rosemary seasoned fries.
A similar occurrence transpired today as well. After spending the afternoon at the Tuileries watching people get too intimate under the end-of-winter sun, we decided we'd stroll up Rue de Rivoli and see where the afternoon would take it. Both of us were pretty hungry, but that in-between-meals hunger. You don't want a full entrée, but a bag of chips just won't do. As we winded through the various shops and restaurants of Châtelet it appeared, once again, rising out of the distance with majestic promise.
HAPPY DAYS DINER.
The tradition is solid now. Chocolate and peanut-butter milkshake and some rosemary fries.
The rest of the evening consisted of visiting The Verve at her new place in the 10e that is DOOOOOOOOPPPPEEEEEE, and then a fancy dinner in the 16e Chez Melanie, a lovely friend of Lolo.
I ate more spaghetti, but this time there was champagne. Sooo...minor step up.
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| HAPPY[booby]DAYS |
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| The Tuileries with a sneaky-peak at the Tour Eiffel |
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| these people... |
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