Even on Holiday! Paris - Day 4
15.04.2013 - 15.04.2013 18 °C
Even on holidays, Mondays can be a real drag especially when you don't get to bed until midnight on the Sunday. We've tried really hard to get moving early most days but it's getting harder as the trip goes on and today was a real struggle. When we finally got moving about 8, Hugh went out to drop off some cleaning and to get croissants, only to discover that the boulangerie, presse and supermarket were all closed (bloody Mondays!) and we had to make do with biscuits and coffee for breakfast.
Once we'd got organised, we were a bit unsure what to do with the day but thought it might be fun to do the bus tour as it seemed sunny enough. Of course, by the time we got out, it had drizzled a bit so doubt set in and we decided to get a cab to the Arc de Triomph and go from there. Once there, the rain had stopped so we did a lap of the tour. Actually it wasn't bad at all and gave us an interesting perspective of the city and a whole different idea about where to go to visit. After a while the couple sitting across the isle found that they had been 'fouled' by a passing bird. Now this is an annoyance at home but over here the birds drop more stuff and bigger than a B 52. It is also olive green. I have seen cars that look as though the have been left at a paint ball range with a please shoot me sign. Some time passed and Hugh was then hit. He is planning to change his name to Eric Crapton.
We ended up having lunch at a very nice restaurant on the Champs Eleysees. Me my bird motif and some French film star. No kidding this old bloke in white pants, an electric blue jacket,white hair, and entourage of 8 plus a film crew arrived. He was interviewed on the street and then filmed making at least three different entrances - all staged managed by his PA. The film crew actually filmed the lunch and his departure. People in the street were fighting to get a photo of him and also his old Citroen. The waiter told us that he is a very famous jet setter. when he was driven away he was waving regally to all along the street. I think that I should have kissed the ground that he walked on or perhaps asked for his blessing.
After lunch we wandered along the Avenue George V, where at number 42 I spent an obscene amount of money on a scarf (further clues - the box is orange and there are well known horse motifs!). Well, when in Paris there are things that one must do. From there we went back to the Rue Cler for coffee and to buy another suitcase - because there are things that you must do and find homes for - and then I went off to have my nails repaired and Hugh came back to the Apartment.
Tonight we had dinner at Le Jules Verne restaurant on the second level of the Tour Eiffel. We had the benefit of a concierge service and private elevator and a table at the window with wonderful views from the Trocadero to the Arc d'Triomph and more. We also had the most amazing 6 course meal with matching wines. I cannot beging to tell you how good it was from the amuse bouche of pea mousse to the petit fours of macaroons, home made marshmallow and hand turned chocolates. In between we had so many good things that a couple of hours later I'm still letting it go down.
Someone just said to me that we're adopting the Parisienne life. It's really impossible to fight it and it's going to be hard to leave. Part of me is craving some toast and vegemite but the celebration of food and wine which is so typical of France and the service and love that food is given is going to be difficult to leave behind. Especially as I am now a confirmed foie gras addict! Do you think I can register as such at home?
PS - to cap off the night, we met four Aussies on the way home and had a good laugh with them. I must admit, I am missing home but I know I'm going to miss France so much!