Battening Down the Hatches and Buttoning Up 2-22-16

Today was our last day in Paris and it was spent in final packing, cleaning up, and getting rid of the last of the clothes that aren't coming back.
We did go over to our primary 19th arr. hangout, Art et Science Reuniss, the restaurant on the corner for lunch.  We wanted to say goodbye to Jean-Pierre the waiter with whom we've become friendly, and to have one more goodbye meal.  It was the first restaurant we ate at in the 19th last year and it was fitting that it be the last we eat at just as we're leaving.  
Although one would think that after a year we'd be old hands at the
restaurant game, not so!  We perused the menu and Jean-Pierre told us about the daily specials, a chicken salad that came with vegetables and "stuff" for the entree (appetiser) and a pork sausage with fried potatoes for the plat (main course).  So we both ordered the chicken salad and when it came I noticed that it was larded with betteraves (beets), now I feel about beets like Indiana Jones feels about snakes, and on the last day I bumbled into a dish with beets.  So I picked them out and gave them to Deb.  I ordered a salmon fillet with green lentils for the plat and Deb ordered the pork sausage, so when they came we started in and Deb took almost two bites before realizing that the sausage was andouillette, a sausage that contains a large amount of roughly cut intestines and put her fork down and said she was going to have to put it in a napkin and into her purse.   So it was my turn to man up and I took half of it and gave her half my salmon.  After a little time I took the rest so that she wouldn't be embarrassed and maybe spice up her purse.  So we were two for two today, and truthfully I can say these were the first meals that we've had where the deep end of the pool was a little too deep.   But it wasn't the restaurant's fault, we had a chance to ask questions.  We had a friend who got to the point one time where he felt he could order anything on the menu without fear.  /He didn't recognize anything on the menu so he just closed his eyes and pointed.  He ended up with an esophagus floating in broth, and he said it wasn't in small pieces in fact no pieces at all.  But then that's why we travel isn't it?
We got everything finished and had a very quiet evening, accompanied by a bottle of Veuve Cliquot of course.  The taxi comes early tomorrow so I'll be posting this in the evening. Tomorrow night we sleep in Denver for the first time in a year, at least I do.  Cheers.
I will post one more entry after we get home, thanks for your patience and perseverance in following our blog.