Day Two: Tourist breakfast in Paris
Day Two started at 8 a.m. We had both slept like angels, but now it was get up, get showered, get dressed and find breakfast in Paris. The city was waking up and the sun was shining down Rue Dauphine. Around the corner from our hotel, was Café Le Buci on the spit formed by Rue de Buci and Rue Mazarine.
The French don’t usually have American-style breakfast with eggs and all the rest, but these guys know which side their croissant is buttered on, and of course you can have an omelet and all the trimmings, with French coffee. About 12 Euros each.
You want a tourist breakfast, you pay tourist prices. But hey, you ARE tourists (you can’t even begin to pretend you’re not), so go with it.
A quick word on coffee in France. If you order un café, you get a small cup of the French version of espresso. If you want something closer to North American style coffee, you order un café crème which is espresso with warm milk. There are many other versions of coffee, but the one thing they do not have on the menu is café au lait.
So, we’re having breakfast, the workers are standing at the bar having beer, and U2 is blasting Streets With No Name on the radio. A perfect start.
As Marlene would say, we are being held very gently.