That’s what it felt like this past weekend, when Mom came for a visit with my Bro & my Sis. Although I was sick (huge bummer!!) I tried to make the most of the time we got to spend together.
So let me show you what our family weekend was made of…
To start things off, we went for a bateau-mouche trip on along the Seine. Yeah, it is one of the cliché tourist attractions but still, it is an efficient way to see many Parisian landmarks. So we embarked on a one-hour cruise along the Seine banks and enjoyed the view.
I usually love to walk around the streets, but on that very sunny Saturday morning, the Seine became the best guide.
With our feet on the ground again, we all decided to go for a short shopping spree, just before reaching our lunch destination. I couldn’t help snap another one or two pics on Rue de Rivoli.
Oh, also, if you don’t feel like going through the endless queue of the Musée du Louvre, worry no more, you can find the Mona Lisa – pixelised street art version – a few blocks away.
Now, food time! We stopped at a small restaurant called Les Petits Plats d’Emile, with its typical sidewalk terrace.
To be honest, I got very frustrated because my being sick turned my taste buds completely numb.
I was eating but not experiencing any taste. Thus I had to rely on my mom’s, brother’s, sister’s and Nico’s opinion. So, what do we have here?
We got served with fine, delicate food for a very reasonable price. Given the area we were in, this is definitely a super good option, with a warm atmosphere and a touch of old Parisian café.
The magic of Paris also comes from the random encounters one can have just around any corner. 5 minutes after we left the restaurant, we were kinda hypnotised by the sound of violins & cellos playing.
I might as wall already warn you and cut the suspense. Dinner came out to be quite the disillusion. I picked the Mimosa Café on the internet, it looked nice and all. However once we tried our food, it didn’t feel as good as I expected. Or maybe Les Petits Plats d’Emile lifted our standards?
At least the setting had undeniable upsides! First of all, Mimosa Café has one boss, and one only: its cat. Of course, its name is … Mimosa. He just sat next to Nico, owning the place like nobody else was there. *Melting*.
Second, I just loved that neon sign hanging above the bar. But that turned out to be basically all.
I mean, the fried chicken and vegetables that I had were nice, and the burger my Sis received was pretty decent too, but the rest was kinda meh.
With that, Saturday had already passed. On to Sunday!