LE TOURIST TRAP (Paris, France)

A velvety duck liver parfait actually tastes like sex and money melting in your mouth.  It is one of those guilty pleasures that I indulge in far too much. Now this little number was not quite the duck liver parfait I had envisaged. Wahh!  But it serves me right for following my raging appetite rather than my heart.  My heart told me not to eat here. It was so surreal meeting my littlest sister in Paris seeing her freckly tanned face across the table. We ordered, ate and were slightly perturbed at our choice of cafe and ended up going to watch the latest Harry Potter at the cinema. So French right?