We Walked, We Ate, We Saw…in Paris
Hitting the 10,000 steps a day is not a problem here. It is the perfect calorie-burning activity for all the food we consume and the best way to see Paris. Sunday is one of our favorite activities, hitting the flea market. If you ever wondered where all vintage goes to die, the answer is Les Puces. We have made many purchases over the years, including the joy of haggling on the price. Besides the reality that this table takes three humans to lift it, we would have picked it up in a heartbeat.
Dinner on a Sunday night is not that easy to find. Many places are closed on Sunday and Monday. We went to Ogata, housed inside a private mansion in the Marais. One step in, and you are in Japan. There is a store there including the restaurant. Unfortunately, we went too late to see the store, but I am curious, so I will be back for that. As for the food, it was undoubtedly imaginative but not that much to write home about.
We had lunch with friends and met the new family member at a quaint hotel up in Montmartre. This was in the bathroom. Unclear how I feel about this.
That evening was an epic over-the-top extravaganza. All these years, I have never been to or heard of Caviar Kaspa. We had caviar, cold vodka, champagne, bellinis and spent an insane amount. Many Russians there whom all appeared to have the same plastic surgeon, men, and women.
The gentlemen next to me consumed a baked potato topped with a massive amount of caviar, a blini the size of the plate, brushed with butter and a mountain of smoked salmon, and then an overwhelming mound of angel hair pasta glistening with butter and another vast scoop of caviar. It was pretty impressive.
It was so much fun. Not something I’d often do but a worthy experience. And all the caviar is insanely good.
We had friends in town with us, a last-minute trip, and welcome addition to our trip. Perfect ending before they made their way back to NYC the following day.