Last day in Paris.

Well, this is it. No more of the citylife. No more wonderful food with horrific service! No more beggars, no more throngs of tourists. No more bahn mis and trips to versaille or hippodromes. Last nite we ate with CC's boss and her boyfriend. It was a wonderful way to end the trip- an invite into a real parisian's home with her attacking cat. She cooked a zucchini terrine and this stuffed veal thing that was really good, then a goatcheese tasting, and finished it off with her homemade jarred pears and apricot jam. They started it off with this walnut liqueur that was incredible, then we drank a sweet red, then a 1er cru burgundy during dinner, and then he invited me to taste almost all of his french liqueurs, a collection of about 100 bottles that he probably started over 20 years ago. We drank cherry pit brandy from 1903, chestnut liqueur, fig liqueur, well just about any liqueur from any thing you can think of. They treated us like royalty. It was great. Then they gave us a ride home and checked out our apartment and were amazed. It really is a great apartment for a city, I'm gonna miss it.