Progressive Supper

travelers-tales

By Jacqueline Harmon Butler

There’s romance on the menu.

Ernest Hemingway called Paris a “movable feast," and I have always agreed with him. On my last night in Paris, I decided to have my own movable feast—a progressive supper, with each course in a different restaurant. I wanted the restaurants to be within walking distance from one another, the last one near my hotel in the 6th arrondissement.