For dinner instead, after getting rained upon while killing myself to climb Montmartre and see Sacre Coeur, we ate at some random restaurant at the bottom of the hill. The service was way slow, but HOLY CRAP, I had Duck Confit for dinner. That. Was. Awesome. Valerie described it as tasting like “dark meat turkey with the BEST gravy.” I just know it was amazing, and fell apart from the fork. Oi. And it was 11 Euros, which is like $16, but I assure you it would have been double states-side.
That’s it for tonight. Tomorrow morning we go to Easter Mass! Bon Nuit!