ericksonsinparis - day 7

Day 7 – ericksonsinparis
I think I will begin at the end this time because we had such a lovely meal in a neighborhood Indian restaurant. We had seen it on a walk earlier in the week and had tucked it away in our minds for a later visit. After our first choice tonight of a creperie turned out to be closed, we chose Indian cuisine. The lentils would have been enough for me. They were such a delight after several days of French fries The nan/bread was filled with a thin a layer of cheese; the rice was sprinkled with veggies; the cucumber salad was refreshing; my chicken and Rich’s sampling of a variety of meat and fish was super; we had three dipping sauces for various tastes—sweet, minty, spicy; wine; and halva for dessert – sweet carrots boiled and shaped into a heart. We also enjoyed a brief meander down a side street near our hotel. Very reminiscent of the tiny streets of Paris that we explored on our last visit. You know by now, that was 40 years ago
The rest of the day was filled with tennis. This time we chose to stay on one court and avoid all the standing in line. The first match was a Men’s Doubles between two Brazilians and a team from Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan. K and U were victorious even though the Brazilians were seeded players. The next was a men’s singles between Fognini from Italy and Garcia-Lopez from Spain. Again the seeded player lost. The Spaniad won the first set, but not easily, and I remember asking Rich if he thought Fognini could take a set. Lo and behold, he told the whole match in four sets.
The reason we had chosen Court 7 was the third match featured Bob and Mike Bryan, the number 1 Men’s Doubles team in the world. They were given a run for their money by J. Murray (Andy Murray’s brother) and Guccione from Austria. The match had everything that makes doubles so exciting, including all four players within a few feet of each other slamming the ball back and forth across the net. In the end, the Bryans prevailed, but not without a fight. One of the twins was having trouble with his serve, which did nothing to help the team. When the Bryans win a set, they jump high and bump chests, like two raging bulls. They are fun to watch.
We only stayed for three games of the last match, a lady’s singles match. The notable thing was that the player from Spain wore sunglasses, and it was so cloudy and cold.
Tomorrow is Rich’s birthday. We are headed into Paris proper once more to see more impression paintings, eat more treats, walk around, and perhaps meet up with our Chinese friend. Time will tell. We hope to start the day with a phone call to the grandchildren in Turkey.
Bon nuit.