Where's Scott?

I’ve picked the perfect day: Monday. Nothing’s open (this is Paris after all, and they only work a few hours on the best of days, when they’re not on strike that is). I pick out a few choice sights that aren’t museums (like Notre Dame) and make a path through the city from the Arc de Triomphe to the Latin Quarter visiting them, enjoying a nice crepe here, avoiding a rainstorm there (really need an umbrella!)

I find a nice English pub in the Latin Quarter, and since it’s oddly one of the only places I’ve seen where everyone appears to be French, I grab a Guinness, flop down on a bench in the sun, and enjoy the wifi. I even login to World of Warcraft just to drop a “guess where I am!” in the guild chat for yuks; I can be so cruel…

After my Guinness addiction is sated, I explore a bit in search of someplace for dinner… and in a tiny backstreet in the Quarter I find an absolutely spectacular ancient (17th century?) house/restaurant called Le Coupe-Chou – the low, heavy beams and narrow craggy staircases remind me of the Gordon’s cottage, and the food, well… it’s Paris!

I decide Paris needs another day.