Our small room was complete with a TV, phone, nice big bathroom, two chairs, a desk and the best part, unlimited free wifi! It only had a shower (no bath) which probably accounted for the price break. We were fixed up. It was much better than the place in Portsmouth, for about the same price. We were in the 8e arrondissment, near the St. Lazare train station, not exactly tourism central. There was a huge grocery store across the street and a drug store. It was a pretty normal downtown community. There were no attractions near the hotel. The one thing there was was lots of sidewalk cafés.
Finding something to eat looked like a no brainer given the huge number of cafés in the area. We were like junkies in a drug store; kids in a candy shop. After walking for two hours (with a short break for a couple glasses of wine) we finally agreed on a place to eat. I think it was the first one we had passed two hours ago! We ordered a plate of jambon fermier and two salad Parisiennes followed by soupe à l'oignon gratiné each. It was very good.
Friday morning was an early wakey - wakey because we had several centuries of art to sift through during the next few hours. We headed off to the Louvre, walking along the Siene, past the square where the aristocracy were beheaded. We could see the Eiffel Tower off in the distance. Nice last view if they pointed the guillotine the right direction.
Eiffel Tower, hmmm?
Tired?
Phooning around at the Louvre
The start of the queues.
Tired?
Josephine's vanity.
Napoleon III
Nappy's dining room.
Croatian (I think) hucksters.
The quick pack up when the cops go by.
We limped back to our hotel eager to go searching for another great French meal. Thinking that eating late was the de rigour thing in Paris, we loitered until about 2030 and headed out in search of a garlic fix only to discover that most of the smaller interesting restaurants had finished serving dinner. Bummer! We settled for some pork paté and chicken and chips, accompanied by a half litre of the best chardonnay we've ever had (the vin du moment). Nancy ordered a creme caramel for the wrap up. Instead of a small single serving in a fancy dish, they brought her a glass bread pan sized dish of it half full. She wanted to eat it all, but I felt Canada's reputation as being more conservative eaters than Americans was at stake.
Paris is behind us now. We are now on the Thalys rocketing our way from Paris to Cologne at 300 kilometers per hour. It is a very comfortable ride. I love it when we are parallel to a motorway/autobahn and the cars look like they are going backwards.
Stay tuned for our next installment.
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