Welcome to the MOULIN ROUGE! pt. 1

Unfortunately, we would not be enterained by Ewan McGregor...damn I'd pay to see that! Just kidding, okay maybe not.

My husband decided he wanted to head over to Montmartre early (around 4pm) so that we could have an early dinner and head to the Moulin Rouge for 8:30-ish because we had only reserved the tickets and he wasn't totally certain of the procedure to be seated etc.

We had to find a quiet place to sit down to call home and see how things were going so we found a bench in the Montmartre Cemetary. Charming, right? Actually it was. It ressembled the cemetaries I've seen from New Orleans where you just have above ground family mausoleums, at least in the section we were in.

We called home and of course, all was well. T didn't miss us at all. Mind you, the grandparents kept her very busy with outings, puzzles, colouring and reading lots of books. I can't forget the trips to the park.

We decided to try to find a place for a snack, so we grabbed a beer at Corcoran's before heading off in search of a baguette to tide us over until we could find a restaurant that was open early for dinner (remember the French eat dinner much later than us North Americans generally do).

We knew from our Sacre Coeur adventure that if we headed east of the Moulin Rouge, there wasn't much else aside from a lot of sex shops and they don't sell the types of baguettes we were looking for.

We walked and walked and found nothing. Finally we opted to try a grocertia and found a baguette. We headed back down the street back to the area near the Moulin Rouge and grabbed dinner.

About this time last year, my husband was sent to Toulouse for business. There, he came across a meal called Entrecote. Basically, its a beef dish made from the meat found between the ribs of the cow. He kept saying I needed to try it however the opportunity didn't really present itself until Friday night.

We ordered from the formules available. One of the items my husband ordered the foie gras. It was something I wanted to try and will likely never eat again. I got to try French Onion soup in France (it was much better than a lot of versions I've had) and the entrecote. The beef was decent enough but not something I would rush out to have again.

So finally we were off to see the Moulin Rouge.