Is it just me or are there more sirens to be heard in this corner of the city, day by day? We've lived here for five years, and heard about two police cars in that time. Just this morning, walking the dog, I saw another one cornering the winding roads where we are at breakneck speed. Must be the CPE.

So back to things veggie. It's been a few days now, and here are my thoughts on not eating meat. I notice that when I try to subsist without eating animals, two things happen. First, I just feel lighter in some strange, not entirely bad, way. Second the food I eat gets more interesting.

Two days ago, Irene and I had an errand to run, and decided to grab some food on the way home. I HAD thought about downing a sandwich with some bacon left over from a recent shopping trip, but kept to the regulations of this blog and had a cup of tea or something instead.

As we made our way back from the Gare du Nord, we popped in at one of the cheapest and, for me, best dining experiences to be had in this city: the Indian restaurant 'New Pondicherry'.

In one of my lines of work, I've had to eat at some of the most talked about places in the city, and report back for everyone from chefs to tourists. But the tasty food at NP - we ate veggie as we always do there - takes some beating. Now if I'd had that bacon sandwich, I either wouldn't have gone, or had a meal that was less looked forward to, possibly less enjoyed.