OK so not at home, in Palm Springs

Slowly baking this week in palm springs... Thinking the art director of the flintstones lived here. Have not found anything I dislike about the place. Ok, maybe the large cockroach that crawled into euan's pillowcase and died. But it was his bed not mine.

Pizza in front of the Castle SantAngelo

Rome! Wow!

Surviving easy jet and cheers

The snob in me (v) survived the discount airline from Paris to Rome. Actually not that bad but those of you that know me know my idea of roughing it is having to open the window of my five star hotel ;) but rome!!! Just arrived... already settled in. Bottle of pino waiting for us in our apartment. Yep already gone. Now sitting in a small restaurant with good access to the papal robe shop should we need one. First cheers and meal underway... Sigh

Shopping and eating in the marais

Great day of wandering aimlessly around our neigbourhood. Good shopping for me (v) especially! Sitting down for dinner. We've not had incredibly good luck this time in France when it comes to food. Well Duncan has! Although he is costing us a small fortune in duck. He's ploughed through at least €50 worth over lunch and dinner! Paul is thrilled though. Able to add something new to his menu. Euan even had a go at his own duck at dinner. Me? I'm ready to move on to Rome next! Slight temperature change will require multiple gelato stops!

The French are a Cruel Cruel People

We just roamed around the Conciergerie! First, and for quite a while a royal palace, but for the parts of French history, a jail for those who mostly became victims of The Terror and Robespierre, Most famously, Marie Antoinette and... Robespierre.

This is a blade that was used in executions in the 19 century, but the design varied little since the early days.

Final Paris Lunch - Ile St Louis

St Regis

Duncan had the confit of Duck again, V had a goat cheese salad, Euan, a bloody cheese burger and I went adventurous. I ordered the Anduellette sausage.

In the words of Ian ...barf... In fact super barf! The smell, the texture, the fact that when opened it looks like a a Chinese butcher. My experimentation stops here!

We Found It!

We looked for this location at the end of our honeymoon, 14 years ago. This was recommended when we arrived in Paris back then, and had one of the best meals ever! Oh, and Veronica feel for the owner.

Well, we can't be wrong, the inside seems perfect and we can see where sat before! I had remembered it as an Alsace restaurant. Its called Vins Des Pyrenees, so...

Now we have 2 kids and they seem less than interested. The truth be told, as many of you may know, we contend that Duncan was conceived in this fair city.

Will post again when we have our food. Have to go now as the wine is arriving...