We had a great visit from Debbie and Laurie.  On Sunday we went to the Musée D’Orsay again and revisited the Hungarian exhibit with them, then split up and David and I went to the art nouveau furniture, which was incredible and then looked at the painting by Lautrec and a group called La Vie Parisienne.  After we strolled over to Boulevard Saint Germain to meet Alex, Claire and Theo at the place we sat last week.  When we got there, Claire was waiting, fresh from her visit to IKEA, and Alex and Theo joined us later.  We had a bite to eat, and then headed off for a walk down Boulevard Saint Germain, and ended up walking up Rue Bonaparte with a stop at Pierre Hermé for some macaron.  We had a nice selection, and tried the Mogador at the suggestion of Luba.  Thanks for that, it was delicious!  Then  we walked a few more blocks to the Jardin du Luxembourg.  Lovely, as always, but as the sun was waning, it was getting colder, so Alex, Claire and Theo headed home and we did the same.  I was going to take a car, but when we went to pick up the car, there was some malfunction and the car wouldn’t open, so cancelled the booking and called Uber.

Got picked up just before we began to freeze, and the driver was very nice and chatty.  A guitar player for a band, and was wanting to move to NYC.  Then back to the warmth of the apartment and tried the macarons, which, as I said, were delicious.  Debbie and Laurie then had to head to the train to go back to London, and we ended a terrific visit with them.  A little TV, and reading the blog (but no writing) and more restaurants.

This morning we got a slow start.  Did some laundry and then we took more of Luba’s advise and went to explore the Marais again.  This time, Rue des Francs Bourgeois and Place des Vosges.  Saw lots of great stuff, but just window shopping!  We then wandered to Rue des Rosiers and stopped at L’as des Fallafel, and we had a great lunch – very filling and good.  Then, we wandered some more and ended up on Rue de Rivoli and headed back to pick up a bus on Boulevard de Sébastapol and home.  Ran out and picked up some quiche for a snack later, and I am finding my French is much better if I sort of mumble and don’t try for it to be perfect.  Folks seem to understand what I am saying, and don’t look at me funny, they just think I am lazy, not American.   When I got home, we watched some Castle (in English) and streamed the latest episode of The Good Wife.  Read some more of Paris Reborn, and David is asleep, and I will be too, soon.