DAY 19, Thursday, March 27: Retail therapy is lost on me

 

PARIS

Unlike this cat, I don't like shopping all that much.

I walked across the Pont Neuf to check out La Semaritaine, a department store. I expected it would have a food hall like Harrod's. I could look at food for hours. Unfortunately, Le Semaritaine appears to have just one restaurant and six floors of luxury goods. No food hall. 

I should have included Galeries Lafayette Haussmann in my travel itinerary. By all accounts, that department store, which is in a century-old Art Deco building, sets the bar high. Unfortunately, dear friends, I have nearly run out of steam. I would have had to walk an additional mile-and-a-half, and it just wasn't in me. I settled for lunch at Le Semaritaine. That worked out. It surprised me that a department store restaurant would be so good. After inhaling a perfectly done salmon in orange sauce, I walked back to the hotel and began packing. 

Tonight is my last night in Paris. 

Near my hotel is Le Procope, a
restaurant that has stood on this spot since
the 1600s. Benjamin Franklin ate here. 

Somewhere I have a picture of
Ken on a bicycle in front of this place.

Equestrian Statue of Henri IV

Another reflection of me,
Loulou Parisienne

RANDOM SHOT OF THE DAY

Near the department store:
It means Street of Cash.
I'll say.