I cooked omelets on the boat, but they weren't as good as L'Omelette. The effort and the heat did me in for awhile. I finally mustered the energy to drag Jon to the Musee' Americain Francaise where we were rewarded w/cool air conditioning, and an interesting account of French influence in N. America (all the way to the Willamette Valley?)
Still dehydrated, we sought out Tea glace' san sucre (unsweetened ice tea), and a nice bar barker told us about Davids Tea. I though it was just a touristy tea shop on the Rue St-Jean, but it turned out that they actually would brew you up any of a huge variety of teas. Jon had a really strong one; I had a citrusy jasmine green tea.
We wandered back to the boat, but Jon decided to search out a bike shop in typical male fashion- just heading out in a direction with no idea where it actually was. I didn't have the energy for this, and I had to get back to do laundry. I took this artsy photo of the Palais Gare (train station)
|Palais Gare and Daylilies|