We all live in worlds that are much smaller than the World we live in

Our second evening in Paris, Amy and I followed some suggestions of Kate's boss, Anthony, first trying Chez Pauline (closed... note to self: call ahead next time) and then happening upon Willi's Wine Bar by total chance (I hadn't looked the address up).  We had some good wine (Côtes du Rhône and Châteauneuf-du-Pape) and a really nice dinner:

• Fricasse of artichokes, baby onions, chanterelle mushrooms
• Tatin of apples, baby onions, chanterelles, on a bed of wilted spinach
• Sea bass with a parsley pesto containing preserved lemons, julienne carrots, and a eggplant tapanade
• Beef boucheron with fingerling potatoes and some crazy devine reduction
• Chocolate tarte with an angaliase-like sauce
• Rice pudding with fig, apricot, and other fruit from trees
  

So, in the middle of dinner we started talking to the two people next to us at the bar.  They are in the Cordon Bleu sommelier program.  I mention Kermit Lynch (Kate's company), Amanda (Linn) mentions she is friends with the guy who works for Kermit Lynch in Los Angeles, we ask her if that is Anthony (Kate's boss), she says yes, and that he had dated her best friend.  Hence the title of this entry.

We walked to Montmartre after dinner, sat on the steps with a bunch of teenagers drinking Heineken, and watched the city for a spell.