Tonight, Ben and I met up with Jane, Ben’s friend from high school and college, and her husband, Greg, who have lived in Montmartre for the past 11 years. They were kind enough to show us around the neighborhood, and we ended up at a tiny Corsican restaurant located in the shadow of the Sacré-Coeur.
The food and wine were exceptional, but the highlight of the evening was undoubtedly when the owner of the restaurant gave an impromptu concert for the patrons–all ten of us. At one point (after learning we were from Los Angeles), he invited Ben up for a special rendition of “Hotel California.”
Knowing how much Ben hates this song, I felt a surge of affection for his willingness to oblige. He was a big hit, but no surprises there.