What is the one type of thing I love more than any other, in my travels around the world?
Well, obviously, a grotto!
Not just The Grotto in Portland, but also that cafe in Zurich, Casa Bonita in Denver, a dozen other precious false places…. and now to join the ranks, a Vietnamese restaurant in France!
The stairs to get in:
I failed to photograph a sufficient ration of the mirrors, false ceiling, fish tank walls, murals, and fake shrubbery everywhere….
In fact, I was so thrilled I went without lipstick most of the dinner:
The food was excellent – spring rolls and pho equivalent to the stuff I could get back home in Seattle living in the CD, which is rare to nonexistent in England.
The waiter found us adorable and lavished us with attention, treats, and presents, including a pregnant dolphin for my son:
Free sake for the adults served in naughty cups:
And for me, a fan:
