Or color (depending on where you were schooled). My trip to Paris brought me to this awesomely little French restaurant recommended by Frommers – Le Coupe Chou
From top down: Duck Terrine with Foie Gras, Beef Tartare, Salad with Bacon, Duck Confit with Potatoes. Now note, I have never ever taken any French class and my only exposures to the French language are Luc Besson shows so I’ll be the first to admit the translations are a little lacking. But still, food knows no language barriers. I was a little worried eating raw beef like sashimi but thankfully I didn’t have any stomach upsets. The salad is the most amazing one I had in a long time. And how can anyone not like foie gras? Yea, you can give me that “poor animals” argument but have you ever tasted foie gras? I almost saw angels that night.
Food: 1.6/2 thumbs
Service: 1.6/2 thumbs
Value: 1.6/2 thumbs
A nice 1.6 thumbs up! No one cooks like the French. Oh and Le Coupe Chou is located in a small cobbled alley between two buildings, giving a really quaint feeling. It was definitely the best meal I had in Europe. All for a very affordable 18 euros.
In order of appearance: (1) Versailles; (2) The garden in Versailles; (3) A street vendor outside Versailles; (4) A street market; (5) Outside Sacré Coeur. I’m pretty happy about how my photos turned out since I had no idea I was using B&W film in the first place. When I shot these photos, I placed a lot of emphasis on the colour composition which I guess is not evident now. If I had known I was using B&W film, I might have approached it at a different angle. But then again, most probably not.
So Paris was a blast. I spent two long ass hours queuing for the Versailles and was 25 euros (the most expensive admission fee I’ve forked out) poorer. Toursists have made Paris a madhouse, especially the touristy areas like the Eiffel. I think the key to visting these places is timing. You either get there really early, or really late to avoid the crowds. For places like the Lourve and Versailles which cannot be covered in one day, it’s best to get there early. Actually on hindsight, I spent such a long time in Versailles because we wasted so much time queuing that we felt the need to spend as long as we physically can to make the pain of queuing all worth.
I don’t need to say how great Paris is. It is, and you know it.
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Overheard from an unnamed source (cos he’s my friend and I feel bad for revealing him but I just have to say it): “Don’t tickle other people’s backside or you might get raped next time”. Which makes sense, but in the most perverse way ever.
