Paris? Je l'aime bien!
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skyring Je suis desole! Ma fillette n’aime pas la cher ville de Paris! She thinks it
is dirty, expensive, noisy and painful.
Yes, well, it is, but so chic! I have not lost my love for this
beautiful place. If there were more cider, it would be perfect. But my
feet are bloody stumps, and there are so many things I won’t see this
trip. Next April, maybe.
We’re in a sweet little hotel between les Gares du Nord et l’Est. Nous
arrivee sur l’Eurostar de Londres yesterjour, and after booking in, we
climbed Montmartre to have dinner in the tourist trap area beyond.
Expensive and undercooked, mais pas mal, pas mal. Then le Metro a
Cite, where we turned a corner and there was Notre Dame in the blue
evening. Strolled around le Quartier Latin pour a while, and had the
most expensive random brownie ever with coffee on the Boulevard St
Germain (where we rang home), then back to the hotel just before
midnight.
What a town. Midnight on a Sunday and the metro runs every eight
minutes, the driver picking his nose as he pulls up.
Today, metro to Ecole Militaire, walk up les Champs de Mars to le Tour
Eiffel, and DD tells me that she loves Edinburgh but hates Paris. I
was flabberghasted. We didn’t go up the tower, which was just as well,
because the queues were visible from space. Instead we had a cruise up
the Seine, whipping around Ile St Louis, and back again. Then
Trocadero, up Rue Kleber to L’Arc, lunch on les Champs Elysees, metro
to Opera and a quick look through a couple of grands magisins,
Printemps et Lafayette, which were stunning. Something wrong with our
metro billets, so we walked up Rue Lafayette to Gare du Nord and fell
into weary naps.
My toe, probably not broken, but still painful, was beginning to
compete with my aching soles, so I’m going nowhere, apart from some
nearby bistro for dinner. Our train back to London leaves about ten
tomorrow, and we go strait to Heathrow for the flight to Dulles.
is dirty, expensive, noisy and painful.
Yes, well, it is, but so chic! I have not lost my love for this
beautiful place. If there were more cider, it would be perfect. But my
feet are bloody stumps, and there are so many things I won’t see this
trip. Next April, maybe.
We’re in a sweet little hotel between les Gares du Nord et l’Est. Nous
arrivee sur l’Eurostar de Londres yesterjour, and after booking in, we
climbed Montmartre to have dinner in the tourist trap area beyond.
Expensive and undercooked, mais pas mal, pas mal. Then le Metro a
Cite, where we turned a corner and there was Notre Dame in the blue
evening. Strolled around le Quartier Latin pour a while, and had the
most expensive random brownie ever with coffee on the Boulevard St
Germain (where we rang home), then back to the hotel just before
midnight.
What a town. Midnight on a Sunday and the metro runs every eight
minutes, the driver picking his nose as he pulls up.
Today, metro to Ecole Militaire, walk up les Champs de Mars to le Tour
Eiffel, and DD tells me that she loves Edinburgh but hates Paris. I
was flabberghasted. We didn’t go up the tower, which was just as well,
because the queues were visible from space. Instead we had a cruise up
the Seine, whipping around Ile St Louis, and back again. Then
Trocadero, up Rue Kleber to L’Arc, lunch on les Champs Elysees, metro
to Opera and a quick look through a couple of grands magisins,
Printemps et Lafayette, which were stunning. Something wrong with our
metro billets, so we walked up Rue Lafayette to Gare du Nord and fell
into weary naps.
My toe, probably not broken, but still painful, was beginning to
compete with my aching soles, so I’m going nowhere, apart from some
nearby bistro for dinner. Our train back to London leaves about ten
tomorrow, and we go strait to Heathrow for the flight to Dulles.
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Date: 2009-07-08 10:59 am (UTC)