Paris, paris, paris
We got up and basically walked until we dropped. Mondays in Paris are not as bad as Sundays but many things are closed. We opted for a shopping day which is always a treat in Paris. Fred is a trooper and happy to come along. A full morning of events in and around St. Honore before heading to lunch.
This area is not the easiest to find a good lunch place. One of the few I do like is at the Hotel Costes where the entire courtyard is filled with tables and very chic people. Makes for great people watching and the food is quite good too.
We had dinner that night at an old fave, Le Severo. Owned by a butcher who opted to open a restaurant. The steaks a fantastic and so are the frites. I was shocked that the gentleman helping out that evening spoke a few words of English because the owner only speaks French. I was prepared with the appropriate saying such as bleu (still breathing) or saignant (rare) on how we like our steak prepared and if we wanted the bavette (skirt steak) or entrecote (rib eye). The key here is really ordering the steak one degree less than you normally would.
We walked home and could not have been happier.