Perhaps unsurprisingly, violating our usual rule regarding never going anywhere near the Champs-Élysées proved to be a bad decision; between the crowd (to be expected), the weird carnival (complete with a Thriller haunted house that had been christmasized by draping the zombies in Santa suits) and the massive number of vendors selling exactly the same crap, skipping said marché de nöel would probably have been a better decision.
Worst of all, we went to the closest Léon (mussels are their specialty), which turned out to have a higher price and a lower quality (I may still have sand in my teeth) than the République location we had (very happily) eaten at previously.
We weren’t even afforded the opportunity to laugh at the public broadcasting of vulgar Christmas carol parodies. I’m incredibly disappointed.
