We love our neighourbood. We decided not to venture too far from our base yesterday because we were totally out of it due to lack of sleep. So, we went looking for a wine store mentioned on a traveller website. We found a whole bunch of wine stores on the way, as well as grocery stores, markets, every possible type of restaurant, pub, and cafe that you can imagine. We confirmed that the Moulin Rouge is indeed 472 feet from our apartment.
For some reason Shirley packed six scarves to bring to Paris, the scarf capital of the world. That is six that she will admit to.
Anyway, we were so bagged that we chose comfort over adventure for our first meal in Paris. Corcoran's Irish Pub is literally a stone's throw from our front door, so we bought our groceries (wine, baguette, anglaises (apricot for Shirl and apple for me, the best strawberries I have ever tasted, blueberries, and milk for our coffee) and headed for Corcoran's. Shirl had curried chicken and Carlsberg and I had chili and Kilkenny. Does the guy in the picture look happy or angry?
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