I welcomed the rain as a harbinger of cooler weather, while Meg mourned; it may just be impossible for us to be happy concurrently. The girls marched on while Kenny and I sat around with Val at L'Institut, then took the metro to catch up with them at Saint Michel. This is the way to do that. And here is Kenny with his namesake, at the Fontaine Saint Michel.
Passing the iconic Shakespeare & Co bookshop (on the List!), we were heading for a good falafel place. Unfortunately, when we got there, it wasn't. There, that is. The walkers were famished so rather than try to agree on something else, we let Jen lead us to another falafel place she knew, this time not in the Latin Quarter, but in the Jewish district in the Marais, which was a bit of a trek. However, the falafel at the end was a worthwhile reward. We ate at L'As du Fallafel, "always imitated, never equalled", according to the sign, which was recommended by none other than Lenny Kravitz. Honest; there was a sign in the window.
It was absolutely pouring by the time we made our way back to our original church target, St-Gervais-des-Protais, and half of me was soaked to the skin while the other half was definitely damp.
St-Gervais is an interesting church; one of the oldest in Paris (and Jen's favourite), it has something from every era, up to the present day. There is a very new window over the organ, and several bits are from the 20s after a German shell hit the church in the Great War. Meg has a bit more on the church here.
Soaked and all walked out, I went home and promptly collapsed for two hours before we had Tina over.
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