Hotel Chatillon Paris Montparnasse
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Great Hotel in a quiet neighbourhood! Close to transit and grocery stores .
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Just got back from the City of Lights after a 12 year hiatus.Good to see some of best things in life don't change.....they still have happy hour!!!
The first day was wet and cold (are we still in Vancouver!!??) and we spent the better part of an hour searching for our hotel,which was fun (NOT!)
After a nappy(buissiness …
... our luggage somewhere else. Our airport transfer arrived, a friendly Indian driver who speaks French, English and Tamil. The traffic and weather were atrocious and my concerns weren't helped with our driver driving, talking to passengers and texting, all at the same time. Approaching the city from the airport is not inspiring, sort of like coming into Sydney via Canterbury Road. I could see that Greg was thinking, "what's the big deal here, its not all ...
... French and English, so we weren't completely clueless as to what was going on, and even heard we'd be served lunch being first class passengers (yep the backpacker life is sweet). The best part about the train was the French conductor. Short, a little stubby, with a pencil thin moustache, blue and red suit and a flat top hat. He looked so French! Didn't get his name, but we can assume it's Jean (pronounced John), to keep up the French theme. As soon as our tickets had ...
... Dame Cathedral we headed to the Garnier Opera House. We bought tour tickets, and headed in. The interior was fabulous, and Donna loved all the architecture. More importantly, we were dry. We headed for Hard Rock Cafe for lunch after leaving the Opera House. Our waitress was named Kooleta, and she came from Poland. She was a real trip. Walking up to our table she said "English right?". Well, aren't we just a dead giveaway? Anyway, she ...
... just in case he had also lost track of time, but when he still didn't show we presumed we had missed him and left for our final destination for the day: the Eiffel Tower. (Later we found out that he had gone to Napoleon's tomb). We approached the Eiffel Tower from the back, walking through the huge park behind it. We walked right up to the base and stood underneath it for a while, just looking up and watching the movement. We could see all the teeny tiny people traversing ...