We took five trains between home and our hotel in Paris. The Reginald Bosanquet. Or Hôtel Relaia-Bosquet as they would have it. The Eurostar was the star of the journey although Liesel’s comment after coming out of the tunnel in France was quite funny: Was that it?
Despite aches and pains, we had to go for a walk to the Eiffel Tower. Couldn’t get really close, presumably for security reasons, but close enough to confirm that we were indeed in Paris, Mick for the very first time.
We stopped at a coffee bar where we asked for café au lait but because they didn’t have any big cups, we had to make do with espressos. I’m not normally a fan of espressos bug this one was really good, as we bought s Sweet Thing to go with it, a vanilla éclair.
So far, we’ve only seen one typically French beret on a head, but no strings of onions or black and white striped shirts. People smoke a lot here but I have a soft spot for Gauloises, as it contains all five vowels.
The hotel room is quite nice, with a lovely view over a small courtyard and the wall opposite. The toilet is just a hole in the floor, which is really annoying for the people in the room below.
Monica and Neha have arrived from Anchorage, via Seattle and London. Yes. London. Their flight to Paris was significantly cheaper than a flight to London, yet they stopped in London on the way. So is that due to airport taxes or just more general greed?
We’ve been out for an evening meal, and both Liesel and I chose the very cheesy pizza. Something French. We were served by an Iranian.
All the careful planning paid off: we brought plug adapters that work in the USA, Australia and New Zealand, but they’re no good here in France.
This is our first sighting of the Eiffel Tower.