Here we are just outside our building, giddy with disbelief that we don't have a baby and a dog in tow. In fact, we were so consumed with getting out quietly that we were halfway to the metro before we realized we could stop whispering!
We headed to the Butte aux Cailles neighborhood (that means, Hill of the Quails, but that was a long time ago) which is a trendy spot in Paris right now.
Bottles! Filled with not-milk!
But we had Sprite. (Yeah, right.)
We realized, after trying to bar hop in the area and not finding another bar to our liking, that perhaps we are not that trendy, so we headed back to our neck of the woods.
Can you read what's on top of the awning? It's very, very important.
Meet our friends, Jack and Jack.
Soon enough, it was time to head home. So down a quiet rue Mouffetard we went, back to our cozy and loving home.
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