
We loved Brussels. We loved Paris. Right off the train we met a friend (Greg), who was working in Paris, for a coffee and a chat. Our meeting spot was some random cafe. It did the trick.

I had a beer. A Warsteiner pilsner I guess. Whatever. Sofia and Greg had coffee. Sofia stole some of my beer. Greg entertained us with stories of his struggles to order a double espresso in French at his local cafe.
For more euro foodage and drinkage, go here.

Notre Dame later that night. Our host took us for a night driving tour of Paris after feeding us. Too nice.

ND Rose Window (this was actually a few days later).

The next day — spot checkin' at the Louvre. Where is Rowley?