From the Eiffel Tower, we hoofed it down to the River Seine because our cruise was leaving at 6 pm whether or not we were on it. Again, #firstworldproblem complaint, we almost missed the cruise because our tour guide took us to a *$@!##$@ perfume factory and made us late to the Eiffel Tower. The weather and lighting were perfect, and it was one of my favorite moments in Paris. The whole group almost mutinied after our cruise. Mario was supposed to have made plans for us to enjoy authentic French cuisine for dinner, and he again didn’t make plans for our group of 40. He found a brasserie that was willing to take in a large group last minute. Unfortunately, they had nothing that was gluten-free. At this point, one of my friends hadn’t had a non-salad gluten-free meal since we’d arrived in London, so a few of us dipped out to find a real gluten-free restaurant. When we told our tour guide we were leaving, his response was, “Can’t she eat salad?” after she’d eaten salad twice a day for almost a week. We happened across this charming place in Montmartre called No Glu, and it was one of the best meals I ate on the trip. It was tucked away in a side alley, and the service was fantastic. I’m not gluten free, and I absolutely loved it.
