A highly recommended film, by the way.
When we returned to Paris, Jenny and I ventured that night to the Champs-Élysées. It, of course, started to rain. We followed a red neon sign that said Bar off the Champs-Élysées. We took cover inside. They started playing Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit". You can take girls out of Seattle, but you can't take Seattle out of the girls. Instead, you can smother them with Seattle iconography like Kurt Cobain and rain.
The next day we zoomed around Paris yet again. Jenny and I walked along the Seine and met Chris at a bridge at which a pivotal scene in Angel-A took place.
And then both Chris and Jenny pulled a fast one on me.
"It's on the left, Nichole."
"What's on the left?"
"Oh yes...that one monument..."
That afternoon, Jenny decided she wanted ratatouille for dinner. So Chris googled "ratatouille". We went to a restaurant called Ratatouille. We searched on the menu in vain for ratatouille. They did not have ratatouille. We asked the waitress if they had ratatouille. She said it came with the meal as an aperitif. What she served was not ratatouille, but rather resembled salsa without the spices.
The other dishes were excellent, though, and very prettily prepared:
We capped our night off with the French-dubbed reunion episode of "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila". That's class.