Two little Boston Terrier girls bring their Momo & Mr.Momo to Paris for a long stay. These are the tales of their very fine adventures.


L&P Mind the Store - Sort Of

Momo and Dad left L&P in charge last night when they went to a city like 8:30 dinner. The rules were simple. Jammies, stay up till 10, no pay per view, and no long distance calls - and no take out deliveries. Do you think they listened? Ha. Not only did they take off the jammies, but there was the distinct odor of pizza lingering when we got back. Who thought to take the pizza box to the garbage? Would not be hard to order pizza in Paris. I wonder if it is a rule that there is to be at least one pizza shop per Rue? Hum.

It was our first dinner out and we very much enjoyed our Italian feast. Yes, Italian. Hey, it's not that far to Italy from here. But we have yet to have a French dinner. The food was just fantastic - full of white and black truffles. Great inexpensive wine- which is the rule here- and a good thing too. Almost 4 hours later we ambled home - a big ten minute walk- in a Paris drizzle- stuffed, tired and happy. Here is the question of the day. How come everyone says portions are smaller here? There was enough food to feed hour people - and we ate it all. I don't think walking will make those calories disappear. Oh well. One less pastry tomorrow.

BTW, as I blog this the church bells started peeling, only if I count correctly it is 3000 o'clock? Welcome to the new French President who was just sworn in?

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