Before relocating to the conference hotel, we walked around the neighborhood, making sure to note the locations of the falafel and brique places for future reference. There was also some shopping, visiting the Hotel de Ville and its plaza filled with demonstration gardens of the scope of French vegetation and ability to build sofas from grass and to cultivate brightly colored flowers. A small lunch near the Odeon, and then it was time to send one of our group back to the Netherlands and cart our luggage up and down through the surprising number of stairways in the Metro and and the intermittent rainstorms.
Dinner brought us to a cuban restaurant, which was exciting only for the fact that they had a clearly-labeled vegetarian plate on the menu. At one point, a stray solimente convinced the waitress that we'd rather speak to her in Spanish. Some older men in the back of the restaurant smoked many pungent cigars, which was both unpleasant and slightly funny for cliche value alone.
Back at the new hotel, I learned that the conference organizers had assigned me a roommate who snored loudly.