Well now, where do I begin?
I’ll start about the time when Bread and I went to France and carry on from there. How does that sound?
The morning was pitch black and slippery when we emerged from the terrace house where I am staying. We wheeled our suitcases down the cobbled and glistening paths to the overland train station, the start of our journey to Luton airport.
After train delays and a shuttle bus driver who turned up 15 minutes late, we thought we’d missed our 50 minute flight to Charles de Gaulle airport. Luckily we arrived just in time for late check-in. Phew!
We were ill prepared for the weather that Paris was having at the time. With frostbitten fingers we managed to crawl our way to the Metro (Paris version of the tube) and speak a little french to some poor unsuspecting billet seller.
The hotel we stayed at was comfortable, warm and cheap, and it had a shower, which is more than I can say for where I’m living. There was a small problem with the water when we first got there, but luckily that was sorted out by the evening.
That first night we got a little local sightseeing in, then bunkered down for the night.
The next day we opened the curtains the find it was actually snowing! So we wrapped up as warmly as we could (not warmly enough), and did some more sight seeing as well as a lot of excuse moi-ing, pardon-ing and bonsoir-ing. We went to the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower and that night we walked up the street to see the Moulin Rouge, not so conspicuously tucked in amongst the peep shows and sex bars that surrounded it.
The next day was spent at Disneyland Paris. By this time it was so cold that the footpaths sported a thin shield of ice, and the waterfalls were frozen in long shards as they trickled down the fibreglass mountains. Unfortunately it didnt’ show again. To keep from becoming too cold, we had to keep going into a ride or a shop about every 10-15 minutes. Any more time spent outside than that was just painfully cold.
Most of the meals we ate consisteted largely of baguettes and croissonts. That can get pretty boring even after 3 days. None-the-less, in an effort to save some money (there’s no denying it – we’re tight), Bread and I smuggled in half a baguette to snack on as we toured around Frontier Land. It was pretty much frozen at 1pm when we decided we were a bit peckish. We ate it anyway 😉
The next day was check-out day, but we still had a few hours to fill, so we went to Notre Dame, but there was a huge funeral procession going on at the time (you might have seen us on the news!), so then we went to Champs-Elysees which is where the shops are, and which also leads up to the Arc de Triomphe. After having a spot of lunch at the rudest place we could find, we worked our way back to Charles de Gaulle in time for our flight back to the good old UK.
The next day was Bread’s last day. We took a quick trip down to Covent Garden and Trafalgar Square, then packed up her bags and saw her off at the station, because I couldn’t get out of work.
That’s enough blogging for now. I’d just like to thank Bread for coming all the way over here to visit her old uni buddy. We had a lot of fun and did something every day. I think there were only 5 days altogether where we weren’t being touristy, and that was because I was sick for a few days, or had to work.
So thanks again Bread, your stuff will be in the post soon.