
We're in
Le Comptoir for lunch. To snag a dinner reservation, we would have had to call months in advance. But (here's a secret) if you wander in around 4 in the afternoon, you can walk right in, sit right down, and have yourself the meal of a lifetime. You see here the menu, written on a mirror, and also Trygve and me in a few years if we move to Paris and indulge in 2 hour lunches of dishes that have never been prepared in such a way
ever. Really. Unbelievably good. I could barely stay conscious.
If you double click on the bottom photo, you will see what could have been the woman some decades earlier, seated beside her.