Arrived in Paris by the Chunnel Eurostar. The plush carriages circa 1990s provided a comfortable time capsule to arrive in. The Paris hotel is located between Riquet and Crimee stations, so a series of Metro changes to most places.
We visited Notre Dam and climbed the tower. The views over Paris highlighted how strict the building code must be to limit the height of buildings so far throughout the city. Obviously this is reflected in astronomical property prices. The Arc de Triomphe provided not only another great vantage point, but much hilarity watching the crazy peak hour traffic navigating the many lanes with no lines marked – particularly as the tiny smart cars darted and squeezed between the murmation of traffic swarming around the monument. A mammoth walk to the Great Arch was quite the pilgrimage. Visited the catacombs, and the 14 degrees beneath the surface of Paris proved quite a warm treat… setting the almost numbing quantity of bones aside. Enjoyed an evening picnic in front of the Eiffel Tower (although there was no lawn and drinking alcohol isn’t permitted, a park bench and a fine bottle of red from Bordeaux made it quite lovely), visited the Moulin Rouge, Sacre Cur, and the Louvre.
The Louvre was simply overwhelming. The vast collection is just too big to explore, but relished the opportunity to savour even a sliver of it. Managed to spend over seven hours walking the halls and many rooms of just a small section of the immense museum. I think I almost crushed Kathryn’s spirit dragging her through it. The audio guides were VIOLATING. They had crapping Nintendos – which I had thought fell out of grace at the end of the 90s, but alas, were alive and kicking to violate us with their poor displays and constant WOOOOOSH sounds as they constantly alerted to you to the fact you had changed rooms – NO SHIT!?
Most importantly, the food… I have enjoyed countless visits to the boulangeries! Such delights… and the cheeses, the wines… the baguettes make me so happy. As does supermarket plonk. Just a few euros and you can find some delightful bottles of wine. Certainly not a place I could see myself living in, but the locals were helpful and our limited French was more than enough.