The highlight of the day was a brisk walk and a very authentic lunch with my Internet friend Hugo.
It’s easy to order at the place he took me, since all they need to know is how you want your beef cooked (“à point” of course). Everything else is automatic: a little salad, then a plate heaped with beef and French fries, including seconds. I wish I’d known about this place when I visited Paris with my nephew in 2008 because he would have loved it. (Those who know my dietary fastidiousness will realize what a bad influence Hugo is already having, but I’m relying on the “French exception.”)
After lunch I tackled a couple of errands, including the most challenging yet — getting renter’s insurance for my May apartment. Mission accomplished, although it stretched my French, and the agent’s English, close to the breaking point.
Then I saw a powerful Israeli film, Ajami. Fortunately it was in “v.o.” (original version) so I could follow the dialogue in French subtitles. If it had been dubbed into French I think I would have been lost.
The evening was topped off with a good dinner at a Kurdish restaurant in the neighborhood (Dilan). Early to bed since I have to catch a 9:15 cruise boat tomorrow morning.
Mot du jour: “à point” (restaurant order). Literally, “to the point” but actually a rough equivalent of “medium-rare”.