Over Thanksgiving in 2011, my sister-in-law and I traveled to Paris to visit my niece, who was working and studying for a year in the City of Light. I had been to Paris before, but it was wonderful to see the city through the eyes of someone who was calling Paris home. The weather was cold at times, but it didn’t stop us wandering through the streets. My sister-in-law, who is 3 years younger than I am, and I told my niece we had only two requirements: Every two hours we had to sit down, and we had to sit down somewhere that had a restroom. Ah, the joys of aging.
While French food is wonderful, one of our favorite dinners was at a Hungarian restaurant. The violinist took a shine to my sister-in-law, and he serenaded us throughout dinner, more than we wanted actually.