Finalement

It's about time this happened -  I'm running in Parc Monceau as usual, and I run smack into a tiny child. I slam into him hard and kn

ock him to the ground. I can't hear him because of the music from my iPod. I stop for a split second to check and see if he's alive. He's sitting on the ground but stands up quickly. He stares at me, with a kind of look that says "how could you do this to me?" but in French, obviously. I feel bad so I say "Sorry!" which of course he doesn't understand, I should have said "Desolee!" The poor boy brushes himself off and I high-tail it out of there like it's some kind of hit-and-run. 

Also, finally finally finally! I indulge in steak-frites which is exactly what it says it is - steak and fries. The restaurant, l'Entrecote, is apparently famous in Paris. The sauce that comes on the steak is a bit pesto-y and out of this world good. And even better, the waitress comes back and serves us more steak, and MORE fries after we've finished our first plate. No meal is complete without seconds. The fries are thinly sliced - hot and crisp - just how they should be. If I have a downfall, it's french fries.