Day four of our #honeymoon.

The main thing we did on Saturday was the Louvre. We’re planning on going again later next week, it’s that big!

We spent the morning in the European paintings wing. Of course we went past the Mona Lisa. For such a famous painting it’s quite small, especially compared to some of the other paintings we saw. I swear one was as big as my bedroom wall.

We then got lunch at the Louvre’s restaurant. In a word, don’t. Just get a baguette from the mezzanine kiosk. The restaurant food was mediocre at best; cold, bland and extremely overpriced.

We headed back into the Louvre, this time heading into the Greco-Roman wing. We loved the marble statues, including the lovely Venus di Milo. I took lots of photos.

We finished off in the Egyptian section. Some of that stuff is seriously old! Sophie continued taking photos of ‘little weirdos’ she found. Unusual carvings of maybe gremlins or little old women or a set of blue people...

We then went on a little stroll through what appeared to be the antique shop and gallery area of Paris. When unable to find a cafe (I know) we got an Uber back to the hotel.

After a rest we attempted to get a bus to dinner. It terminated just before the river though, so we got another Uber to the final destination, Cafe des Abattoirs.

Oh my god, for a “set menu” that appeared very simple, it was delish! We started with a cold sweetcorn velouté with basque pepper and a black bread and heirloom tomato salad with mozzarella, I also had an amuse-bouche of green apple, raw mackerel and aubergine purée (I ate Sophie’s too - her and apples aren’t friends). These were the “appètisers du jour” - decided by the chef. Then we got a steak to share, and this was a beast of a steak. A prime rib cooked on the bone in a charcoal Josper (indoor barbecue grill) basted in butter and finished with fleur-de-sel. Served with triple-cooked fries and a selection of homemade condiments. Ace. Pudding for me was a flourless chocolate torte - Sophie had a creamy chocolate pot with a little banana muffin.

After we’d eaten our weight in steak we waddled for the bus back to the stop by the hotel. We sat in a cafe in the warm Parisian evening having a drink and planning out the rest of the week. Then a quick mooch in the petit Marché (seriously, that place NEVER closes) for breakfast groceries to stock up our little hotel fridge and then it was most definitely bedtime!