On Thursday I woke up at way too early, but it was for a good reason. We were going to Paris! Mayan, Thedi and I. After having landed on a gloomy Charles de Gaulle, taken the train to St Germain and Mayan's family's apartment and dropped our bags we walked through the wet streets to Café de Flore.
We were tried and hungry, but after a cocktail and a croque monsieur we were back on our feet. The rain kept on hitting the pavement as we planned our trip and what we wanted to do while we were here.
After a wine lunch with Mayan's aunt by Les Halles we go home and fall asleep on the couch for a while. I doze off to the sound of rain and French being spoken at the brasserie across the street and wake up an hour later from the same soundless noise.
We get ready and go out for dinner. Our choice for the night was Le Relais de l'Entrecôte. There they only serve one dish; entrecôte, fries and their secret sauce. They refill your plate for free and you think you've died and gone to food heaven.
It may not look like much, but good lord it's delicious. We shared a bottle of wine, gossiped about the table next to us and pretended we were French.
When leaving the restaurant I'm sure we could've rolled home after all that food. Instead we decided to go by La Palette for a drink and there we sat outside under the plastic roof, drinking Aperol Spritz and telling stories before walking home and falling into bed.