The flight was the most painless trip to Paris ever! The ravioli I got stuck with (at the back of the plane) was actually pretty good and it came with wine! We arrived, moseyed throughout the airport towards customs. Here agin I saw that WMP as this same folks who bumped me just didn’t do as asked by the personnel there, they jumped line and were in and out of customs in a flash. Grrr.
The taxi driver was very funny would NOT speak French to me, he told me that his English was better than my French, and honestly he is right. He spent a year in Scotland and was funny and is most likely my ride back to the airport. He also offered to take me to a castle or herd me around town and that if we did that he might speak French to me. LOL. It might be worth it just to have the French lessons!
He dropped me off at the door and Simone was at the door to greet us. She is s charming lady about my age who is a social worker but can not find work under the new regime. Hmmmm maybe there is a reason that Trump and Macron got along so well. I have to admit that I supported him, but as a lesser evil. Why does it seem to always have to come to that in an election?
Anyway the apartment/house is amazing. Three floors: The basement has a laundry area, sofa (probably a pullout) and a desk. The main floor has a sitting area, and the kitchen.
I was pooped though due to circumstances with work and sleep so I did the very think I tell people not to do which was took a nap! Then I got up and went for that long awaited Tartare Du Boeuf, whith fries and a glass of wine.
From there I went to our park behind Notre Dame. There is a lot of “crapping up” here, ( what JOdi calls “work” on the streets, buildings up - which make it hard to get nice photos) but I sat and knitted and people watched, sketched some more, and finally moseyed back via the souvenir shops. I am thinking that there is a pretty umbrella with the Eiffel Tower on it that may need to come home with me!