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My sister and her husband arrived in Paris on Wednesday for a few days. Bill and I had spent the day running a few errands. I notice that each time I come to Paris there are more ads with English phrases or entirely in English like this one for Converse. We've been seeing this particular ad on the Métro a lot.
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Janet and John arrived in the early evening and we walked several blocks to a restaurant that serves fondue and raclette (you melt cheese on a grill and then spread it on potatoes and meat). The dish in the foreground is fondue with cepes (a meaty mushroom similar to a portabello). In the background is Bill's plate of meat and cheese before he began melting the cheese in the small skillet provided.
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