The French take Sunday seriously.
Nothing is open near the hotel where I’m staying as far as places to eat. Even Starbucks is closed and that amazes me. I had to get lunch from a vending machine in the Metro or pay my whole per diem to eat something from the hotel restaurant. All I’ve had to eat today is a breakfast bar, a pack of Madeleines, and a bottle of Orangina (met pulp!). I need protein badly! I can’t wait for dinner.
