We walked up the hill to our apartment in Montmartre and went out for dinner, galette. They drink their cider in a cup... I had a chestnut crepe for dessert, it was on the the sweet side.
On the way back, we got some Tartiflette-flavoured crisps and milk, the British essentials.
We made our evening cups of teas, except their cups are all tiny!
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