You have to love days off in the middle of the week – in France it was WWI veteran remembrance day or something.  For Sarcozy, it meant parading through Paris in various motorcades and giving a speech at the Arc de Triomphe.  For my cousin, it meant we could play F the dealer the night before and go to a boat party on the Seine and then wake up late and pretend to be tourists (who am I kidding, he was the only one pretending).   And for my first day in Paris, how lucky.  So, my cousin, who normally works nine to six as some kind of consultant intern and I slept in and then went out to find the perfect hangover food.

Our desires were met by La Courniche, a family style couscous restaurant near Park Marceau where we were greeted with Korean BBQ style appetizers like potatoes, tuna fish, nuts, pickled carrots, and other assorted cold salads.   Continue reading →