Colin eats escargot!

When traveling, it's always nice to go for a fantastic meal eating the food that is a specialty from the area. Maria got a great recommendation from her friend Solene about this little place that was a bit hard to find but well worth it! It was called Le Coup Chou. It was down a one lane road buried deep in Paris along a cobblestone road in an old house. Read more here!

To start, Colin had a Danish beer brewed in Copenhagen since 1847, Carlsberg! Maria enjoyed Kir Royal (champagne & blackberry liqueur).

For food, since Colin has never had escargot, Maria ordered six as an appetizer.. mmmmm snails baked in garlic.

Maria has had them before but this is Colin's first snail..

It actually wasn't too bad! It was very much like a PEI mussel! Definitely having them again! For dinner Maria had a duck leg & Colin had beouf bourguignon.

They shared a bottle of Lanson black label champagne, which the server made sure their glasses were always full!

It was a great meal! Well worth it!

Colin & Maria wish they could have borrowed a few weeks’ vacation from the American at the next table who complained to his French host that he had so many weeks, that he didn`t have time to take them all. Hey buddy, can ya spare a day?

After créme broulée, it was off to see Paris at midnight!

It looks like the Eiffel Tower is shooting a laser in this picture.

Today is a travel day with a stop in to the Hard Rock Cafe Paris, which was not a very pleasant experience.

We arrived at 11:34am and was told the kitchen didn’t open until 11:30am.. Uhhh.... They finally had a server ask them what drink they wanted at about noon. Coffee was all they were having, because after one server who called himself “Sir Billy” gave Colin the cheesy double gun salute, Colin & Maria were out the door to wander & then to the train station for their next adventure in Germany!

Colin fell asleep on the train, what woke him was a smell so bad it stuck to your clothes.. Think cheese, turd, sour milk & baby barf. It was this girls feet...

BTW when traveling, many of the country’s major airports, train stations and other big attractions have armies patrolling with guns. Big. Automatic. Guns. And when a smiling German police officer asks you a question in German on the train, it’s more than likely to see your passport, not because he wants to give you a cavity search.