Hotel Aurore Montmartre
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... smaller than an SUV...but bigger than a sedan - bit of an SUV hybrid. It had rubber bumper panels on the door (which didn't do a lot of good - more on that later) and had a system where when you had your foot on the brake, the car engine would turn off. Hubby thought it stalled when we first pulled out and he hit the brake and the engine stopped. But we got the hang of it. And it was great for gas mileage! It also had a built in GPS ...
... s grave and Oscar Wilde's was there. They are both writers. Moliere was a contemporary of Shakespeare. Oscar Wilde is more modern. I appreciate immensely what these guys have done for literature but I didn't feel the need to see their graves. They were dead. They had left behind great works but I couldn't thank them in person; it was their gift to the world but then I changed my mind. There was something in me that wanted to pay my respects to these people ...
What a day! We knew that with only one day in Paris we had
to make the most of this time so we were up at 6:30am after our late night
arriving. The excitement of being in Paris got us up and going. We headed down
to see if we could have breakfast early at 7:15 or so. We had a quick chat to
Hugh, our guide, and he told us a secret place to buy tickets to the Louvre to
avoid the long queues for tickets. We then had our breakfast of plain and
chocolate croissants ...
... which came with the expected decanter and silver sieve spoon. I am such a nerd that I only knew how to decanter/drink it from paintings. I do not like alcohol, and I do not even remember the last time that I have even a sip, and let me tell you that this did not change my mind. It smelled like liquorish and tasted like burning. As I drank it, I thought of all those green-faced women in Picasso and Toulouse-Lautrec paintings. I am glad that my roommate invited me to go!
We continue our climb to the 2nd floor viewing deck, where we are beginning to see less and less of Paris. But it's also getting dark - which means as we are riding the elevator up to the top level, the lights come on and all off a sudden, a once dark and foggy tower is now glowing as though it were the sun itself. Funnily, the fog holds in all the light at the top of the tower, so we feel ...