PARIS — Day 2. We met our tour guide for a historical overview of the city. There were no issues with translation because our guide, Alexandria, was an ex-pat from Nebraska. “What brought you to Paris,” I asked her. “Have you ever been to Nebraska?” she said.
We went by Notre Dame, stepped on the disk that designates the exact center of Paris, strolled by the Louvre and finished at Place de la Concorde standing on the spot where Marie Antoinette was behead. Alexandria related a particularly gruesome story that involved a sadistic executioner and the origin of the phrase “The third time’s a charm.”
So to lunch. We gathered around a table and mostly ordered starters or small plates in anticipation of our afternoon tour and the dinner beyond. (My bowl of chilled beans was refreshing and light, just what I needed after our long morning of walking.)
We stayed mainly in the 7th arrondissement, not too far from our hotel off Boulevard St. Germain. Our afternoon guide, Marie, showed us the Sweet Side of Paris, with chocolate shops, patissiers, more macarons, more chocolates and pastries. I set most of mine aside to try later; wouldn’t want to spoil my dinner at Jules Verne.
Jules Verne is the Alain Ducasse Michelin-starred restaurant on the second level of the Eiffel Tower. After getting through security, our group walked the dusty gravel path —warning for freshly polished shoes and open-toed heels — to the pillar with the private designated elevator to take us to the restaurant. After going through another security check.