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... some coffee and started following the public transportation directions they had sent us. We were meeting a friend of their's to get the keys to the flat - FIVE trains later, we were at the correct spot. Conor called the friend who was kind enough to come meet us outside of the metro (subway) station. Once we had the keys we had to backtrack just a bit to get to the apartment, but we did so without any hiccups. Thibaut and Eva were sweet enough to leave us with a whole pile ...
... of chocolate. (Please don’t expect these when you come for dinner.)
So, it is now the end of our holiday and we fly back to Melbourne to join our friends and family (except those who are in Sweden and the US) for Christmas.
I hope you have enjoyed sharing my travel blog, although probably not as much as Peter and I have enjoyed travelling and experiencing it all.
... to our originating
station at Notre Dame, we checked out the underground Crypt of the old remains
of the city. This was a small and quick experience that was neat to see. We
made the walk back afterwards and packed up for our overnight train trip to
Venice. We made it just in time to board our train and from the very get go I
knew this was going to be an interesting experience. We had no idea what to be
prepared for other than a small cabin ...
... me (and my jam).
Seven flights of stairs after walking around the city….didn’t love it.
Had purposefully avoided having a crepe for entrée at lunch time – as I planned to have one of my Carrefours bought galettes for dinner….but Mitch prepared a fantastic platter of fresh baguette and savouries (supposedly as a snack) and we ended up eating a considerable quantity of that instead. Oh well – there’s always tomorrow :-)
... sunflowers. After dropping of the groceries we pop back down stairs to Cafe Paris this time as I thought they sold pizza. Mum orders a banana split (awesome!) and I get what I think is a burger but when it comes out is actually toast with chunks of melted cheese all over it. CHUNKS of cheese. 3 sorts. I am going to save French words that I want to eat going forward! It's 8:41pm. We are tired. Hop on off bus ...