OK, I was desperate and tired and this song is not from a stage musical, but I have had to branch out.  And it works with today’s events.  But, I will start with yesterday.  Yesterday we headed to the left bank and wandered a little bit on Rue Cherche-midi.  I had heard there were nice shops on this street, and when we visited the last time, most were closed, and it was starting to rain, so yesterday we made another visit.  It was nice, and the shops were lovely.  Then we headed to the Musée Maillol where they were having an exhibit of Etruscan artifacts. It was a fine exhibit, but navigating through the museum with a wheelchair was not easy.  Between three different levels, with stairs and an out of the way elevator, it was not pleasant.  Afterwards, we walked to the corner of Boulevard Raspail and Boulevard Saint Germain, where we sat outside and watched folks walking by as we ate lunch.  Very nice.  There was a woman who I noticed because of her high heel sneakers who later crossed in front of us near the Opera when we were driving home.  Small town!

After a nap, we headed over to Montparnasse to visit with Claire and Theo before we headed to the theatre.  Alex came home and soon after it was time for us to go to Theatre Bobino for Spamalot.  In French no less.  Now, as I said, I love to go to see american musicals in other languages, but, the problem here was that we didn’t see Spamalot in English, so a lot of it was lost on us.  I am sure that a great deal was changed for this version, but I could be wrong.  There was a chorus of scantily clad chorus girls who really did look more like they belonged at the Follies or the Moulin Rouge and there was a Can Can.  The Can Can did make sense in the story though.  I did enjoy it, and the audience, which was very young and enthusiastic, loved it!  Then we headed home.  The show started at 9PM (!!!!) so we were home after midnight, and that is late for even me.

Which brings me to today.  This morning, we both slept in, and it was after 11AM when we roused ourselves.  Had some breakfast, exercised and headed out.  We drove by Parc Monceau and then to the Grand Palais to see the Miss Dior exhibit and the George Braque exhibit.  As we walked up to the entrance, there were again lines and a whole lot of people.  I thought this might be because the Miss Dior exhibit just opened and was gearing up for waiting.  I asked one of the guards where the entrance for the wheelchair was, and he said the second entrance, which he said in French and I understood, so I ran with it.  We got to the second entrance and the guard there said we were in the right place, and ushered us in.  As we approached the door, it said VIP and Press, and I thought, well, he sent us this way, and I will just plead ignorance.  Then security saw us coming and stopped frisking people, and stepped aside to let us through.  Then I saw the people processing tickets with their scanners, and I looked and was ready to say, “they told us to come this way”.  She turned and opened the door for us, and let us in.

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I didn’t want to go too far, so looked on “The Fork”, a european version of Open Table and found something that sounded nice and wasn’t too far away.  La Table des Anges, and it was great!  The waiter was so warm and friendly, and kept on giving us extra stuff – shaved prosciutto (or the French version), cheese that just arrived from the Pyrenees and an apple liquor to end our visit.  The meal was excellent as well, and we had help selecting dinner from both the owner and the chef.  He wanted us to have the ham that he just made, but we opted for duck breast for David and risotto with new truffles that had just arrived.  Both were delicious.  Our entrees were also great, David had an avocado puree with crab and I had the foie fras.  We will definitely be going back here.

Then some TV – Project Runway All Stars and The Good Wife.