Chicken Dinners and a Twenty-Six minute walk to Saint-Chapelle. Or four hours if you are directionally challenged,

Another installment....happy reading.

Dinner Sunday night. Paris has the world’s best chicken. Really, when you go to Paris, or anywhere else in France for that matter,you have to seek out  a trattior that has one of those chicken roasting cabinets sitting outside on the sidewalk. The kind where they roast not only chickens but have a pan of potatoes under the chickens so that the potatoes roast in the chicken fat. Bliss That and a salad, bottle of vin makes the perfect meal. It was a great way to round out a very soggy day in Paris. We spent all day walking, which more of less was the idea, but we’d headed out in the morning to go to Saint Chapelle. Google said it was  a 26 minute walk from the apartment, but Google hadn’t counted on how directionally challenged Kate and I are, so it took about 4 hours - mind you we window shopped, stopped for coffee and browsed in books stores, but still. Getting back was also a challenge, but by then the girl GPS kicked in - “oh I remember this shop, it has the cute dress in the window we must be headed in the right direction because we passed this on our way out this morning...”

One of our detours along the way was a stop at Shakespeare and Company, Paris’s iconic English language bookstore. What a place it is. An old crumbly hole in the wall crammed stem to stern with books of all kinds. Books line the rickety stairs, there are weird little alcoves filled with moldering cushions and mouldering patrons and papered with little mementoes (the alcoves, not the patrons, but you never know) of people, students mostly by the look of it who were passing though. There’s a piano on one floor and someone was up there playing it. We browsed though the shelves and I  would have like to have bought a couple of posters from the box labeled, amusing posters, 1 euro each, but would never have got it back to the apartment in tact in the driving rain.