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Woody Allen Ain't got Nuthin' on the Dragon Lady!
Our happy globe trotters
were last seen striking out to the Charles Michel Metro to find Le Coup Chou, a
legendary “old style” Parisian/tourist staple Chucky discovered on a Rick
Steves pod cast.
Chucky note:
While not always up-to-date…
Rick Steves has some good notes,
podcasts and walking tours for most of the tourist destinations in Europe. We have used his audio tours periodically as
guide lines or even virtually on several of our trips.
Le Coup
Chou if you haven’t been
following links, is a Lovely little slice of Paris Tradition dating back to 1962
[well not really that old but – just read the histoire on the link above] tucked
away on a hard to find alley near the Parthenon. Rated so highly on TripAdvisor, of which
Chucky is a Senior Contributor, that reservations are sometimes a “squeeze in”.
We got ours at the last
minute as we left the flat and hustled to get there.
Of course Chucky headed
the wrong way after exiting the Metro at Maubert-Mutalatte station causing an
anxious walk up an unfamiliar rue [he thought he studied the map well… but…] A little
landmark check here and there and we arrived just in time to be greeted by name
[Damn they're good!] and seated in a corner table in the main room by the
fireplace. The conversation from the
telecom conference duo at the next table was a bit intrusive but not enough to
spoil what was to be one of the best meals of all our travels.
Starting off with a crisp
Fume Blanc we worked our way through a dozen Escargot in parslied garlic butter
- in shell – Chewy marbles of ecstasy and sopping up the delectable sauce with bits
of fresh baguette.
Then came, for Dragon Chic…
the Best of the Best, Boeuf Bourguignon… Yes the Best EVER, and Chucky’s Canard
Confit was as good as advertised. A lot
of Mmmm Mmmm and Oh My’s and OMG could be heard… softly but… well you know
them, it was DEVINE!
Our Waiter was ever so
discreet but ever so present and as the hour was close to closing offered to
take the desert order with the entrée to insure we could enjoy it at our
leisure, but we declined having had that nosh with Rod and Juanita
earlier. Coffee would do and a perfect
espresso with biscotti was just right to finish a most extraordinary meal.
A quick ramble through all
the “Que Cute” rooms and we were off to emulate Woody Alllen’s “Midnight in
Paris” romp, except…
We'll you know, there is
always and except about this point…
The drizzle started.
But, SHE was determined to
walk from Notre-Dame to “Adele’s Bridge” [Gawd how the real Parisians hate that
reassignment of identity]
So they strike out along
Quay d’Orsay admiring the rain glistened sights along the way, finally reaching
Pont Alexandre as it is properly called, thank you… just in time to view Le
Tour Eiffel in its final throws of Red, White, and Blue color changes in
Solidarity with the recent Tragedy in Orlando before shutting all lighting for
the night. [Well, it was Midnight after all]
2km in the rain leaving
them still another 5km back to the flat hastened another call to Uber that promptly
arrived and they were back in the Flat just in time to CRASH. [Welllllll, she did walk his skinny butt off…
in the RAIN no less]
Tomorrow’s trip, or is
that race to the Louvre is up next.
At least your shoes are
dry, HIS are still damp from the morning.
Ciao Pour L’instant,
Uncle Chuck & The Fresh from imitating Adele
Dragon Lady
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