Paris, FR (besoin d'un sous-forum de voyage)

[dad]

I will be traveling to Paris for six days next year...actually, five because we're doing a side quest to Brussels. I know we might go to Versailles one day.

I know RMer spike is there now, soon doug rr will be going as well, and surely there are others here who've been.

Looking for restaurant recs, day trips, things to avoid, and things that are must-see.

How far in advance should I be making restaurant reservations?

[Bammer]

Things to avoid: The French

[spike]

Eat lots of snails and foie gras.

Restaurant recs:

Brasserie Thoumieux
Au Pied de Cochon
Le Comptoir de Gastronomie
Jules Verne (in Eiffel Tower)

But hard to go wrong with a meat plate, cheese plate, and glass of wine at a place like Lezard Cafe.

[dad]

Eat lots of snails and foie gras.

Restaurant recs:

Brasserie Thoumieux
Au Pied de Cochon
Le Comptieur de Gastronomie

merci

[spike]

Eat lots of snails and foie gras.

Restaurant recs:

Brasserie Thoumieux
Au Pied de Cochon
Le Comptieur de Gastronomie

merci

Added a couple more!

[VinylGuy]

I would not eat near Eiffel Tower, the places are mostly expensive and the food is meh.

If you are a museum type of guy, both Louvre and Pompidou are a must. Incredible places.

[dad]

Eat lots of snails and foie gras.

Restaurant recs:

Brasserie Thoumieux
Au Pied de Cochon
Le Comptieur de Gastronomie

merci

Added a couple more!

appreciate you, thanks!

reservations for all?

[dad]

I would not eat near Eiffel Tower, the places are mostly expensive and the food is meh.

If you are a museum type of guy, both Louvre and Pompidou are a must. Incredible places.

thanks, VG!

[spike]

Eat lots of snails and foie gras.

Restaurant recs:

Brasserie Thoumieux
Au Pied de Cochon
Le Comptieur de Gastronomie

merci

Added a couple more!

appreciate you, thanks!

reservations for all?

Always a good idea.

[VinylGuy]

I would not eat near Eiffel Tower, the places are mostly expensive and the food is meh.

If you are a museum type of guy, both Louvre and Pompidou are a must. Incredible places.

thanks, VG!

Also, im not sure when are you travelling but there are lots of great parks to rest and eat something. You can buy great stuff at their bakeries and take them there and enjoy the city.

[dad]

I would not eat near Eiffel Tower, the places are mostly expensive and the food is meh.

If you are a museum type of guy, both Louvre and Pompidou are a must. Incredible places.

thanks, VG!

Also, im not sure when are you travelling but there are lots of great parks to rest and eat something. You can buy great stuff at their bakeries and take them there and enjoy the city.

we will be there mid-March.

[VinylGuy]

great moment!! yeah, you should do it then.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

isn't dad a vegetarian?

yes, and i will still try to seek out veg/vegan options while on the trip. i will also partake in snails and meat-eating as it's a vacation. as much as the lifestyle change has served me well, i don't want to say i went to Europe and didn't at least try the cuisine.

also, i still eat seafood on occasion.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

Ferme ta bouche, trag

[dad]

comment vais-je m'en remettre?

[bart]

why is everyone going to Paris all of a sudden

[spike]

Most visited city two years running!

https://www.cnn.com/travel/article/euro ... id=ios_app

[dpupenya]

I'm not sure if I'm allowed in France......

Canada, Australia and the UK are all out ..