When one treks across the city to have lunch at Le Train Bleu followed by a stroll through the Jardin du Luxembourg, there’s not a lot of time to break out the tiles and get a game going.

We were going to storm the Bastille just for the heck of it, but it’s not there any more. Just this impressive monument.

Then we strolled around and found this bar, where the “I drink, therefore I am” jokes just write themselves. (Hat tip to Monsieur Rene’.)

It was a great day of strolling, which we don’t do enough of back home. It was totally worth putting off our championship play for a bit.