first day in paris…
So here I am in paris for the first time as an adult and I can really see why people love this place. I personally am yet to love it but that is not to say that I can not see why.
My first day invlolved leaving work in a bit of a rush to realise that I was the more organised of the two of us and as I sat down relaxed and waited patiently for my train while my travel companion was panicking just outside the check in gates with a minute to go before check out closed…
We were not sat together as the train was actually overbooked.. I got a seat next to a parisian who was moving home and keen to talk as she wanted to avoid being emotional on the final trip back home.
She was also a great listener and as I tend to do at the moment I told her my life story to which she was amazed that we were the same age and I had done so much of significance in such a short amount of time.
Next step was the underground or what I like to call the lorries on tracks.. if london’s tube trains are distintice in their individuality to any other form of transport then these are distinctive in that they look like a mash up between a bus tram and train.
First stop was the hotel to drop off are bags. We were greeted by Maud (Canadian/American we think) who on her badge also spoke French and Spanish… I did like the idea for a big hotel but for what is essentially a boutique hotel it did seem a bit business like.
Our room wasn’t ready so we went to grab some lunch. We ended up in a small café in balzec where there was a guy who sat down or something… it was ok except unusually for the French the steak was cremated …
When we headed back Chelsea let me walk in to the room first and I was a little shocked… it was very modern in fixtures and fittings but the original fireplaces and mouldings had been kept as a nice juxtaposition that actually worked.
There were a couple things I noticed with my firmdale eye but still that didn’t bother me in the slightest. The bathroom by the way is almost the size of the room with a free standing bath and separate shower with rainforest shower head…
We crashed for a little while and were going to head out for a beer later but ended up watching the football in the room (I didn’t put this on btw) was nice to see man city get beat even if it was in French.
Chelsea popped out for some sandwhiches as I was still a little hungover from the nightshift and discovered a riot… anyway she returned with the sandwhiches held aloft like the dairy lea advert. At some point during eating that sandwhich I fell asleep… I had mad dreams about going back and forth on the eurostar so here I am now. Ready for the day at 7:30 in the morning with my body is telling me I have slept enough and my head saying ouch!
