After the Montparnasse WWII excursion with Prof Habibi and the IR-European Union class, I headed back to Neuilly for a few hours before dinnertime. I left a note for my Madame that I wouldn't be taking dinner with them that night, and then headed out to St-Germain-des-Prés to meet up with Samira and her mom on Rue de Seine. We walked around the surrounding area and ended up settling on this restaurant, one of their recent favorites, for our trio dinner!

A blurry photo of the restaurant we had dinner at!

St-Germain-des-Prés!

We ended up sitting right after the standing sign.

The Spread.

Is it? Yes it is! Eggplant lasagna...

Jambon charcuterie plate.

Samira's savory quiche dish - ham and other delicious mysteries.

The board of the night's specials, where I found my eggplant lasagna!

Killed it.

Samira and her lovely mom!

Vixen pose. Diva.

Outdoor dining.

Polished the dinner off with some sort of hot, caramel, apple tart thing.

Arrival at Professor Boïcus' art gallery in the 4th. Probably the most hipster place yet...

Looking for the professor.

Looking at his interns' art along the way.

Fail: Prof had already turned in for a nightcap, so we left the gallery to go hit up some bars back in St-Germain.

The one photo of us both that night! We're sweating bullets, but thankfully it doesn't show too much in the photo. How wonderfully deceiving.

Very Jew-y, very French down here.

Literally in an underground wine cave of sorts. So hot down there thought I might keel over and go unnoticed amidst the drunken dancing, clapping and singing to Jewish folk/jazz music.
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-After this bar we randomly met a bunch of Parisians who took us to another, seemingly more exclusive and secret bar. It was super chic, super expensive, but the guys paid for all our drinks (one of em was pretty into Samira) and I met SO MANY amazing French people who loaded me up with Café, restaurant and bar recommendations!- Note: No more photos of the night bc I was a little too drunk at this point.
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Didn't sleep a wink. Bed at 4am, woke up around 830am. Paris waits for no one.

Ah yes, hungover and in need of croissants.

Inside the Parisian chain, PAUL. Wish I'd taken more photos... I'll take more next time. If you ever want a super Parisian sit-down breakfast, hit up the nearest PAUL!