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When I told Josh we were returning to Paris, I asked is there any where he wanted to eat. Answer, Joel. You honestly can't go wrong except for the huge dent in your wallet. I am a big fan that everyone sits at the bar. We had a corner for the four of us and it worked perfectly.
We had many of the same things last night. One of the specials last night was carpaccio of sea bream. They even had a special plate for it. Thinly sliced sea bream with just a hint of lemon, fresh herbs and olive oil over the top.
If you are going to have foie gras, this is the place to do it. We all did. Pan seared foie gras cooked to perfection with roasted cherries. Just spectacular. Almost leaves you speechless and of course you feel compelled to finish off the entire thing.
Fred and I split the turbot for two. Simply prepared with tiny mushrooms on top. Really well done but compared to all the other interesting things there, this just didn't wow me. Maybe I was too full from the foie gras so I barely finished this.
We walked back across the Ponte which is such a cool bridge. No cars. Also, people leave their locks on the bridge just as if they had carved their name in a tree. You can read the locks, most of them have something on them. Once in awhile, I believe after they run out of space, the police come and cut them off and it fills up again very quickly.
We stopped by the Costes Hotel just to take a peek and perhaps have a drink but the place was jamming. Instead we went back to our hotel where the boys could smoke some cigars before we settled in for the night.
Always a little out of it the first day but we definitely got a good day in.