Paris, the last day

After a night of hearing our young neighbours reveling through the night we got up and planned the day based on the weather report.
Stupid!
The weather reports in Paris are no different to the weather reports anywhere else in the world.
As it turned out they were oh so wrong, and we were glad for it. The day turned out beautiful and dry.
We decided  that today we would visit Le Marché des Enfants Rouges.
Yes, it's another market, but it's the oldest covered market in Paris having been built in 1615.

These markets are tiny and served as the place where the neighbourhood shopped daily for its food.
There are more than 75 of these market still going in Paris and have around 20 stalls per market. Each one of those stalls is guaranteed to sell some of the best produce to be found.
The stall owners are fiercely proud of what they sell you are very helpful regardless of language barriers.

After a good look around the market the sun was still shining and we were reasonably close to the Seine so off we went.

As we saw the Right Bank approaching we decided a baguette on the river bank would be the perfect way to have our last lunch in Paris. Lucky for us Gwen Choc (a personal friend of mine and one of THE best baguette makers in the known universe .... just kidding. It looks like a franchise but does have damn good baguettes.) was there to serve our needs. For 7 Euros it turned out to be "heaven in a bag" x 2.

As we wondered down to the river bank we noticed a crepiere! I decided instantly that no matter how full I was after enjoying my baguette I was going to eat a crepe on the Right Bank!
And so I did.
What made it special was that we had it with a spread called Speculoos, which to me sounds like a new toilet hygiene psychic specialist member of the X-Men!
My daughter Georgia had told us of this spread from when she lived in France but couldn't quite describe its flavour.
Well, now there's no need, and better still, look what we bought to bring home.

The spread, Georgia, not the crepiere, who, by the way, was yet another charming and friendly Parisian.
I'll not hear another bad word spoken of Frenchmen or Parisians ever again, especially after our recent experiences with them.

And here's a couple of shots of Tiz "forcing down" a crepe and one of me with my best Parisian mate, Pierre the Crepiere (no idea if that's his real name but it "rings" well), toiling away in the background.

I've been slaving away at this post for so long that Tiz decided I need some nourishment.

Hopefully it will get me through to dinner which is 2-3 hours away.

As our last night in Paris, for this trip, we're going to try and "crash" Auberge du Père Louis without a booking. 

It gets a pretty good rap from the local media for its authentic French dishes and it's only around the corner. So, let hope they have a quite little table off to one side for a couple of famished and weary travellers.

If the truth be known it's not quite the orgy of gluttony it first appears, as Paris has given me a new lease on life, which includes eating fruit, see pic above, and walking ~30 kms/day.

I'll admit that it's not like a visit to a low carb, high fibre health camp BUT it could be far worse .... or better, depending on your point of view.  

I'll report on what transpired this evening when we get to Barcelona tomorrow.