I am no longer mad at Johnny for sending me on the wild goose chase to a restaurant that doesn't exist anymore because he lent me a great map of Paris that I finally used today and it makes finding my way a lot easier.  All I wanted to do this morning was walk along the Seine and am happy to report that not once did I say "Ou est le Seine?"  Getting back was more difficult. My only consolation was that everyone I saw also had out a map and was saying "Where are we?"

This afternoon, I was meeting Nicole and her friends at Clignancourt to see the largest flea market in the world. I managed to get on the right train which was jam packed. I knew I would beat Nicole and her friend John to our meeting place, the KFC (of course) and I was about two stops away when the crowd in my car thinned out and I turned around and thought "That looks like....Nicole."  Somehow we had caught the same train and were in the same car. What are the odds?

The internet said this flea market is a great place to haggle but apparently, the vendors didn't read that article. Very little haggling and very few nice things.  A lot of junk.  Tonight we ate at a great Indian restaurant (I'm going to tell Nicole's director we were in Little India) so I continue to not have eaten in a French restaurant yet.  My other disappointment is that back in my day, one could get a cafe au lait at every corner.  Now, no one wants to prepare them--it's all cafe creme.  Maybe I'll try Starbucks.

The dog of choice in Paris seems to be Yorkie and Yorkie combinations.  Except...here on my street, a Great Dane. But of course, I do live in Little Denmark.