Menage a Bilingual Trois

With Wils et Christophe, mes mecs: Montmarte, Moulin Rouge, (Amelie cafe) Le Cafe Deux Moulins, Sacre Coeur, le Crypte que etait creepy, le Dome avec le fucking amazing view de la ville, Oo la la, une femme who thought she was still a spring chicken que avait une almost crise cardiac avant moi on les 300 escaliers du dome and annoyed me, hate to admit. Outta my way dammit je suis en vacance! Dejeuner a Le Consulat, fabulous ancienne building, meeting place of all le famous artistes francaises near Sacre Coeur. Depuis, watercolors bought at Place du Tetre. Walking, walking. Fashion district, le tissu de la reine. Passages Couverts, tres jolie for what is essentially mini malls. Metro to Bastille. Hoofed it by the canals back to Boulevard Morland. Pit stop at l'Epicier to replenish vin, biere et champagne. Disco nap. You clean up nice Snappy Casual for dinner en la Marais with all the boys. Delicieux plats at La Chaise au Platfond on Rue du Tesor. Funny as hell Dubliner waiter qui parlait francais and asked Dan if he was sure he wanted the Andouiette, since most middle Americans don't really like tripe sausage, but don't bother asking what it is when they order it. Hereusemente, Dan has food guts and is not middle Americain. La nuit ended with an amble through deserted post Noel Marais, the thumpa thumpa of the gay bars on dry ice for the night.