We met up with some of Rich's exchange friends on the Sunday night. We had coffee along the Champs d'Elysees, watching all of the Christmas shoppers and tourists partaking in late night shopping.
We then continued on to a more familiar place... a Canadian bar called The Moose. Rich spotted an advertisement for it, so we decided to check it out. (We had been craving poutine for months now, this was our chance.)
We walked in to the place, and it was packed with fellow Canadians, the warm glow of Sunday night football lighting up the many television screens, we were home.
Rounds of Canadian beer and poutine were ordered, the Frenchies had to try our Canadian dish.
After our drinks and food, it was there turn to take us somewhere. We ended up at this place called the Guillotine, it had been built in 1427, and was literally a dungeon...complete with a guillotine and various other weapons for decoration, no joke.
We walked down the narrow staircase to the dungeon/basement where a live jazz band was playing. The music was fantastic, the venue even better. We just don't get places like this in Canada...shame.
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