We got up and took the Metro to the Eiffel Tower on the morning of day 3. We pretty much knew right from the start that there was no way we were going to the top - I had read that the lines can be crazy and we didn't want to spend all day waiting. Also, Sacre Coeur has a superior view of the city, and we had already been up there. So. We got to the Eiffel Tower, took a lot of photos, admired the iron work, laughed at the people waiting in the 3+ hour line, and then walked over to the Trocadero. From there we hopped on a Metro to see L'Arc de Triomphe.
The Arc is pretty, but the best part is walking along the Champs-Élysées. I sang the Champs song a lot. It goes like this:
Au soleil sous la pluie
A midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout c' que vous voulez
I learned that song in middle school. Jeeves thought I was making it up. It's real, though, people. There are verses and stuff but I only remember the chorus.
Anyway, then we hopped the Metro and went to a small street in Paris that has several restaurants that specialize in Brittony-style crepes and cider. It. Was. Amazing.
We went to Cafe Josselin. Here are our crepes and bowls of cider.
That crepe was the size of my head. After lunch, I took a much-needed nap and Jeeves went to a wine store called Lavinia where, without me to rein him in, he goes a little wine crazy.
Dinner that night was at L'atelier de Joel Robuchon. I've had dinner before at the L'atelier in Las Vegas, which was exceptional, but Jeeves hadn't been to one before. It was very good, but not as insane as I expected it to be. I especially didn't think it deserved 2 Michelin stars. Anyway, the highlights of the meal were a corn gazpacho with creme fraiche and caviar, and quail with truffled whipped potatoes.