Day 13 -We have our own room...

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...We did go out for dinner.

In 1999, on our second date, we stayed in an adorable hotel near Odeon, and ate in a little restaurant called Relais Odeon. The menu was in French, the waitstaff spoke French, and we had a marvelous time.

In 2004, on our honeymoon, we decided to try to find the hotel. We never found the hotel, but we did find Relais Odeon. We ate there again. The menu (which I sort of maybe accidentally set on fire in the candle) now had english translations, the waitstaff spoke some english, and we think the retaurant expanded across the width of the block. And we had a marvelous time.

On this trip, we made a point of eating at Relais Odeon again. It's sort of fun being able to say "Every time we're in Paris we eat at this restaurant..." The menu still had english, and our waiter was almost fluent, they seemed to be doing a

booming business. We had a marvelous time.

It's nice to be considered "regulars" at a nice cafe...