After rolling in at 2 a.m. New Year’s morning, we did what all thinking mature Americans should do the next day–lay about and watch football.
Well, not exactly watch. You can pick up the ESPN gamecast of football games on your computer/iPad. It’s not exactly like watching, but you don’t have commercial breaks either.
One reason we chose to stay in Paris for nearly a month is so we can enjoy a lay day, rest our legs and not feel like we are squandering precious time. Hardly anyone else was out on the streets either on New Year’s Day.
We did, however, pop down to rue des Ecoles to have a Bloody Mary about 4 p.m. at L’Authre Bistro. Not bad, but not a full glass either.
Except for Le Bombardier, which is a British pub, the standard Parisian Bloody Mary is tomato juice and vodka served with Worstershire, Tabasco and celery salt on the side. Adding the right amounts of all three make a reasonably passable Bloody Mary.
We plan to try the one at Harry’s Bar, where the Bloody Mary was supposedly invented. That will be our mission for our last week in Paris.