Tonight, after lying low all day, we went to the highly recommended Nanou Bar, about two blocks away. What a wonderful place that is! It's a tapas bar, very much a family affair (it seemed about 75% family and 25% customers).
Nanou Bar, Montmartre
We started with several "beignet" items that had nothing to do with New Orleans beignets. We enjoyed Beignet d'Oignon (onion rings), Croquettes de Fromages, and calimari (I can't remember it in French). Each one came with a delicious sauce for dipping -- a tomato aioli, tomato jam, and something tartar-sauce-like with the calimari.
Les Beignets dishes
Then we followed that up with an amazing plate of mixed charcuterie -- meats and cheese, with fruit and bread. It was wonderful.
Here's Ed looking all Frenchified (he keeps saying "French fried") again, practicing his gestures and his accent:
I'm sure he was saying something in French --
And here's Grace having what may or may not be her first ever alcoholic drink ;) a Kir Royale:
Nice picture, Aunt Deb!
And here was the best part -- all the while we were there, they were playing French popular songs and everyone was singing along, except us, who wished we could sing along, too. But suddenly, a French cover of Del Shannon's "Runaway" came on, and we joined in (in English), singing at the top of our lungs. It just made the evening, with everyone singing along and laughing together. Okay, it wasn't "La Marseillaise" like in Casablanca, but it was a good moment.
I liked this lit stack of kegs.
At one point, a man who had been drinking at the bar came back to where we were, before he left, to say "Thank you for being here." That was very touching and felt like a small moment of solidarity with the Parisians who have endured so much this year.
Tomorrow we're off to Ile de la Cite to have a private tour of that most historical place. It will be our first attempt to use the Metro. Wish us luck! Meanwhile, Sacre Coeur shines through the darkness --
Updated to say: No tour tomorrow. Everything will still be closed.