Wine at Frenchie

At least I took a picture of the wine since I ignored the surroundings, the interior, our friends, my wife, the cuisine (sorry Jon, Olaf, Sophie).

I remember they served delicious appetisers with mackerel and carrots involved.

Steak for me, then later,  while walking to the Metro, somehow upsetting a prostitute. Something about not liking her picture taken -  adamant in fact, even though I was photographing the ancient wall she was leaning on. There's so much to learn in a foreign country. Glad Sophie and the boys kept me safe.

Hope our friends return to Paris; it's always a good time.