Connecting through Heathrow was a pain in the ass. They only allowed one bag per person and my little purse actually counted as one. Ended up having to clear customs, and trek back to the departures terminal to check in the rolling case. The flight to Paris was uneventful, but man we were tired! The jet lag, coupled with the lack of sleep, made us just want to hit the bed for a nap. We finally made it to the hotel around 2pm.
Our hotel, Residence Hotel Foch was a charming B&B, we were welcomed warmly and we felt right at home.
After a quick rest, we set out for our day starting with the Champs Elysee. Our first stop was the famed tea salon Laduree. Those macaroons were unbelievable! Prices are slightly better than I expected, about 25e for two cups of coffee, a sampler plate of 4 macaroons (pistachio, rose, praline, and vanilla) and 1 of the yummy almond/hazelnut croissants. Took some great pics of the hubby with the Arc de Triomph in the background. *sigh*
We continued to stroll down the Champs but we were both like zombies wading through the crowds of tourists. There was no agenda for the afternoon and we just took in the sights and people watched.
I had made dinner reservations at a lovely bistrot called Au Petit Marguery at 8pm. I HIGHLY recommend this restaurant, the food was amazing! I had escargot, great house red wine, pheasant for my entree, and their signature Grand Marnier souffle. Yum! The hubby had mussels, a fantastic steak with bearnaise sauce, and creme brulee. All was fantastic and we immediately returned to the hotel to sleep!