We easily connected through Frankfurt to our Paris flight (but what a weird airport, though we did love that they have bicycles for people to ride through the airport). On the one-hour flight, they served us Camembert sandwiches and free wine – we're not in Kansas anymore! We got on the metro (turns out Cory is an excellent European navigator, especially to get his tired, hungry girl to the apartment after so many hours of travel) and got to our place on Rue de Lancry in the 10th Arrondisment. Our little studio has everything we could need and the neighborhood is a delightful, bustling place! After a short tour by our host, Tom, and a crepe with Nutella (not more than a couple hours after arrival), we napped up to head out for our Hidden Kitchen dinner.
Cory had found out about the Hidden Kitchen on David Liebowitz's foodie blog, which Molly was questioning as we headed out to a Paris apartment on our first night in town, for an intimate, home-cooked 10-course meal with 14 strangers. Almost 5 hours later, we had enjoyed a once-in-a-lifetime feast prepared in a small home kitchen (in a stunning apartment). The two highlights of the meal: sliders served on pages of the New Yorker, and caramelized white chocolate cake with lime sorbet.
What we learned today: The French seem to be in a rush to go somewhere at all times, everywhere! Getting run over by a person, bike, scooter or car may be an inevitable part of our time here.
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