ambling in the Latin Quarter

After an hour, the shade slips over and we have to head off, but I

see a tiny café on the corner outside the garden and ask to stop at Le Luco for a drink.  We get “the look” at first because we have a stroller and a 3 year old, but by the time we actually get our charcuterie board, we are up to jokes with the waiter because Oscar just stands at the hedges and watches all of the people go by.  He’s corrected my poor pronunciation of French, but I tried and we ordered correctly and aren’t trying to have dinner before 8pm at night.   It’s happy hour and that means that we get two of the biggest 

see a tiny café on the corner outside the garden and ask to stop at Le Luco for a drink.  We get “the look” at first because we have a stroller and a 3 year old, but by the time we actually get our charcuterie board, we are up to jokes with the waiter because Oscar just stands at the hedges and watches all of the people go by.  He’s corrected my poor pronunciation of French, but I tried and we ordered correctly and aren’t trying to have 

dinner before 8pm at night.   It’s happy hour and that means that we get two of the biggest beers ever for 5 euro.  Which is a bargain any way you cut it.  John is the happiest I’ve seen him in a while because the trip is under way and there’s no more preparing for it I think.  We amble a long through the Latin Quarter toward the Seine slowly, just seeing things as we go.  But then, the kid that only drank apple juice at the café has to pee again and there are public toilettes outside the Cluny, but they’re closed and the dance has started from Oscar, so it’s all hands on deck when the McDonalds comes into view.  Now, John did get discombobulated by the sign that said “privee” with a lock on it because the one at Versailles has a lock and you have to order to get the code, but an employee took pity on him and told him it was French for “private” and the

not in the Latin Quarter, but wanted to include it...

bathroom was free upstairs.  So, we made it, but it made me realize how close the words for private and “privy” like we used to call bathrooms are, coincidence?  Probably not.  Now we’re down to the river and a great view of Notre Dame in the distance with Oscar still not caring about these things before heading back to the hotel.  With such a great time at the bar and him not making a peep, we’re not pressing things.  Take out Chinese that is delicious comes to the room with us as our dinner.  Great day in Paris and my feet aren’t necessarily killing me yet.  But, I’m probably not losing any weight either like I did last time.