Tout Va Bien

At the Centre Pompidou during our trip to Paris in March. It seems like so long ago.


And a photo taken during the last stage of a memorable meal we had at Le Petit Marché, 9 rue de Béarn. Particularly noteworthy was the bottle of Regnard Bourgogne that S and B shared. We wish we had written down more details about that wine. (It must have been a pinot noir, but we only say that because we just found a pinot noir by that name at finewinehouse.com. And now that we think about it, the wine had the light body that we generally associate with a pinot noir, with hints of... whoah. Is this the most boring parenthetical statement ever?) The wine was very good. A had rumsteak, B had a very fishy-tasting rouget, Sindo had a delicious coquelet, and S had an agneau that was so good he wishes he could have it again this Sunday.

(Photo credit: Raucous but friendly British couples sitting at the table next to us.)