Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Things To Do In Paris When You're Three (Part One)
It had been raining, was grey, busy and smelled less than fragrant. Travelling with a toddler somehow made the city appear less romantic and feel more dangerous. We ventured through the bustling streets, trying to find our way to the hotel we had booked many weeks previously. It was, inexplicably, situated slap bang in the centre of the Rastafarian district. We were stared at, a lot, but this is nothing new for a redhead.
One slight negative with this restaurant was the lack of choice within the children's menu - simply one main and one dessert, no other options. And the dessert was strawberry soup! When first presented with this information, we were expecting jelly or something similar and that the soup part of the dish was merely a Babelfish translation. But no, a bowl was brought out to Jasmine, and within it was a cold, red, seeded pureé. Strawberry soup.