Red Wine

Today, Diana and I went to the French Pantheon. There are old paintings of Joan of Arc and a huge pendulum. All of the important people buried there really made me wish I knew more about French history. In the crypt, complete enemies Voltaire and Rousseau are buried across from each other.

Then we headed to Chez Gladines, the only restaurant I've eaten in three times in Paris. We shared a pitcher of red wine, a huge salad, and escalope of veal (veal wrapped in ham, wrapped in potatoes, covered in cheese, and a creme fraiche sauce with mushrooms). We sat around to finish our wine and then realized that we were the only ones left in the restaurant.

After lunch, pretty tipsy after all the wine, we headed to where else? The Musee du Vin! The whole thing was basically a wax museum and pretty strange. It was collections of corkscrews from the 1800's and tools used to harvest grapes. There was even a wax statue of Napoleon taste testing wine. The tour came with a glass of wine at the end so we chose to try a red wine from Bourgogne. It had a kind of smokey flavor and you could definitely tell the difference between our two euro Nicolas bottles and this one. And once again, we were the last people in the museum and the woman had to tell us that they were closing and we needed to leave.

Then I come home to an email from my mom telling me that British Airways canceled my flight this weekend. Hopefully I will be able to make it back Tuesday and start work next week. In the meantime, I guess I will be making it to Versailles for a picnic this weekend!