Paris. A dark and stormy afternoon threatened to put a damper on our plans for the day: Notre Dame cathedral, Ste. Chapelle, then a walk to one of the museums nearby.
As we exited the Metro, drizzle became a steady rain. Glad for a respite from the rain, we enjoyed Notre Dame. To think it was all built by hand!
Leaving Notre Dame, we were caught in a downpour. I had hoped to climb the 400 or so stairs to see Paris from the gargoyle’s viewpoint, but it was not to be. Quick, find a dry spot! We jumped over to the Left Bank and spotted a warm little café with a wine bar next door. No question, wine bar. The young owner of both establishments was our host in the wine bar. Julie ordered a warm bowl of filling soup, and I had the plat of the day.
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