The past couple of days have been a lot of fun. People in the neighborhood are starting to recognize us as regulars. Unfortunately, or maybe not, most of them are at brassierres or restaurants. On Wednesday night, the night of the "big" storm, Jill and I went to Le Passy. When we walked in, the guys greated us with a warm welcome and handshacks. They were very attentative to us (maybe because I tip too much???) and made us feel at home. We had a nice evening visiting with them.
Tonight we ate at our new "Grandpa Sam's" - Le Petite Tour. It was another wonderful meal, maybe too much wine, but ok -- we are in Paris. Nonetheless, when we went to leave Gary, the owner, was busy and not able to say good bye. I told our waiter to wish him a "bonne noel" for us. Unbelieveably so, as we were walking away (~1 block) Gary came running up to say good by and Merry Christmas. He said he wanted to thank us for our business and he wished us a Merry Christmas. We promised to eat there when we came back from the U.S. What an incredible feeling to be welcomed into a new city and country....
It's beginning to feel like the old show "Cheers"... everyone knows your name.
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