Est Hotel Paris
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- Non-smoking hotel
- Non-smoking rooms
- Wireless internet connection in room (surcharge)
- Multilingual staff
- Breakfast Available
- Reduced mobility rooms
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... around for a couple of hours & I was ready to drink. It was crazy! We finally found our Hop a Bus about 4:00 pm & made pretty much the entire round. Unfortunately, because of the rain, the windows kept fogging up so not the best views! Got off at the Eiffel Tower & rode to the top - very impressive! And, it was lit up. Off to dinner (I really like French wine). We're ...
... shops in Paris is people watching. The prime seats are the ones right out on the street looking out across the footpath, and all the chairs are oriented so you aren't looking at the person or people sitting at your table, but you are looking out across the footpath at people walking around. And people take these seats really seriously! People will jump up and move into seats as they are vacated; almost throwing the departing occupants stuff out in to the street so that ...
... square at Place Maubert, with market stalls in the small square and the permanent food stores just behind. Fish, meat, wine, cheeses, produce, bread . . .
It's berry season, and the boys are loving the fresh fruit. On rue Montorgueil we've found a lovely produce store that sells delicious berries just a few steps from the cheese store and the boulangerie. Liam is amazingly loyal to his pain au chocolat (as I was my first time in France), but Andy likes to ...
... ceilings, and stained glass windows were impressive. Straight down the hill, pass the street sellers, was a strip of tourist shops - all open on Christmas day. Keely got a "selfie stick' like Jessamy, and the others get the necessay Paris trinkets. It was then on the train to Notre Dame, which we eventually found after a walk the wrong way around the block from the 'Cite' train station. It was here that we encountered our first Parisiene line ...
... our ridiculously huge and heavy suitcases along the narrow sidewalks of the small streets. I blamed my sleep-deprived state for the confusion, but no one that we asked, even the taxi drivers, knew the hotel or the street. At least I got to practice my French!
The clerk at the hotel was the embodiment of French insouciance, or should I say indifference. Lots of sighs and pouting and moues. After ...