I know you’re desperate to see my holiday snaps from Paris by now, so here’s the highlights from the great Montmarte to Galeries Lafeyette crawl.
I’ll say this; it’s no Wolverhampton, is it ? Loads of specialist cheese and cake shops down Rue des Martyrs, but where are all the pubs ? It’s no wonder famous French footballers like David Ginola and Christophe Dugarry fled to civilised England at the first opportunity,
I’ll have to use the famous Pubmeister in Paris Guide later, I think, as Mrs RM somehow ends up at the posh shops.
I left Mrs RM at the L’oreal counter (without any euros) and climbed the six floors. The view at sunset from the terrace at Galeries Laffayette is magnificent and, more importantly, free.
The info panel doesn’t point out any GBG micropubs, so I had to read Pubmeister while walking north to Pigalle past the famous underpants shop.
Across the road from the Moulin Rouge, Brussels Beer Project is a slice of real France, packed with bearded hipsters with their “Palettes de Degustation” and designer babies.
Yes, babies. Several of them, laying quietly next to the baguettes and berets, their sleep undisturbed by weird humming electro.
Mrs RM nabbed the last proper seat in the corner and awaited her beers and frites.
A mix of Belgian, French and Mikkellerland beers, and you could have been in Copenhagen (or Newcastle).
After those 125cl samplers, Mrs RM decided beer tastes better in pints, until we realised a pint of the Mikkeller would cost about £25. Where’s Sam Smiths when you need them ?
The murky grapefruit French DIPA Citra was the star, though we were most impressed by a Japanese couple to our left who worked through the menu in halves while their newborn baby slept on. I wouldn’t have wanted to be the parent who had to get up at 3am in the morning, but good on them.