The Heat

The French do not like air-conditioning. Understandably because fifteen years ago, it just did not get as hot as it does today. Also, many clear out in August so they are not sweating it out in their beloved concrete jungle. We all know it is hotter, and new systems are being built with the hope that it will not take more of a toll on our environment.

We met up with our oldest daughter and her boyfriend for a drink, they were also chilling in Biarritz for a few days. They chose a beautiful spot that overlooks the Les Cotes des Basques, an gorgeous beach. We should have stayed for dinner. People were rolling in from the beach, grabbing a drink and having whatever they were serving. It seemed that the spot was a family business, kids chipping in too. The views are stunning.

We each had different dinner resys, although near each other, and walked up the stairs to the main strip and into the town together. By the time we got to our spot, Sillon, I was dripping. I felt like a teapot on the edge of boiling. The people in the restaurant seemed concerned. I had to go and stand outside a few times to cool off, and they moved us to a seat by the window.

After dinner, we walked back to the hotel along the beach. I love how all the activities center around the beach. This is around 10 p.m.

We got up in the morning, grabbed some goodies from Les Halles to eat on the train. When we got into Paris, we opted for the Metro. Oh the heat. We were both dying and Fred rarely breaks a sweat.

That evening, after a freezing cold shower, we went to Dandelion. Many new spots are popping up in the 20th, and this place is a treat. We will be back.

Everything was delicious and unique, and the owners are a delight. I do not remember these exactly but raw tuna, a Thai inspired sauce with raspberries, raw shrimp in an Asian inspired sauce and roasted eggplants with almonds and crispy pieces of rice. Not a great explanation but we mopped up every single spot on those plates.

The games begin for us tomorrow.