Day 1 - 12th September
12.09.2011 - 12.09.2011 22 °C
7 out of 10. Last time we visited Paris, I am pretty sure I wanted to punch 7 out of 10 Frenchies. Lets hope the ratio is a little more favourable this time. Keep your eye on World news. The rudeness we experienced really upsets your core. I may lash out and notch up a victory for the tainted traveller.
Metro struggle. We remembered Paris to be easy on the Metro front. We weren’t wrong. Certainly easy to get from one destination to another but is it really necessary to have this many stairs? Fk me. Small oversight. Hugely painful.
Le Marais. One good thing about taking the metro was the immediate effect on the senses... once you'd negotiated all the stairs and finally surfaced. This place was alive. I’m sure Vicki shed a tear. This is exactly the experience she was after. Staying in the 4th arondissiment. Live with culture, youth and apparently gays (as we later found out). The hotel should be near by. So far so good.
Hotel Caron. Great little boutique hotel.. Cute, fabulous location, tastefully decorated, clean, free movies, free minibar (no alcohol) and free wifi. Viva la France! Anyone that has been to Paris knows that nothing comes free. They’d charge for air if they could. Fkrs.
Antique shop. Popped into an antique shop near the hotel for a poke around. Greeted by a lovely old lady. She turned out to be English. I didn’t hold that against her. She offered some good advice. Rattled on for way too long about how she hated her son in law and how he hated her. I don’t have that problem, lady. Pretty fortunate on that front. Bye for now.
Beer and popcorn. Our arduous travel day had this camel thirsty for amber fluid therapy. With all the luggage we were now carting around, the only thing I was missing was a saddle. I had my master whipping me, a load heavier than I and hadn’t downed a beer for what felt like 3 days. Free popcorn to boot. Let’s not stop at one…
These boots were made for... Worked up a real appetite today. Paris is not the city of lights or the city of love it’s the city of f’n walking! No wonder they are all so slim. I’m still not sure where all the butter goes! Maybe they have a special butter synthesising gene and the reason we don’t have it is that it is attached to the ‘I’m an arrogant wanker’ gene. Settle Sammy. Give them a chance to redeem themselves…
Dinner. Time for a feed. Escargot for entrée s’il vous plait followed by steak tartare. I have now eaten steak tartare in every country visited. Can’t get enough of the stuff and love the local spin each of each country. Still, nothing beats kibbeh nayeh.
Hotel De Ville. Glorious sight. Somehow we’d missed it last time we were here. Very close to Notre Damme. Glad we made it this time. Stunning. Can’t believe the Mayor resides here. Should have entered politics... hang on, I’m not a f’wit.
Notre Damme.. Second time we’ve seen it but it didn’t dilute the beauty. Glad we don’t have to revisit the line to get in. So many tourists, no matter what time of day or night.
Shrek 4. Free movies in the hotel were a treat. Nice way to fall asleep at night. Looks like we’ll be catching the start of several new release films. Maybe I’ll finish Shrek 4 tomorrow.