Google informs me that the titular phrase with “soir,” as I originally phrased it, frequently refers to the question of having sex on the first date.
Funny how they don’t teach you these things in high school.
Here’s gare du nord, where we disembarked.
I took special delight in the fact that Dexter is being advertised as heavily here as it was in the states last fall, but I’m not sure what season they’re on.
I insisted we snap a photo to commemorate the end of our 18 hours of traveling before we went out for dinner.
We turned the wrong way up our street at first and discovered that it terminates in an absolutely breathtaking overview of the entire city, with the Eiffel directly in the center. We were at a loss for words.
(That is, until I remarked that the roving light from the top of the tower is not unlike the eye of Sauron. Because we are huge, married nerds.)
Photo forthcoming; at the time dinner was a higher priority.
Elise made me speak French to our waiter three times. He was extremely patient, and seemed to take delight in the fact that we were struggling not to use English or ask him how to say things.
When we left he said “Thank you, byebye!”