Les Jardins d'Epone
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... he needed to compensate for something missing. I think he would be seen driving around in a car with a bigger motor than anyone else, louder sound system and dripping with bling, with a sign on the side of the latest fashionable car modifying company. The three hour trip back to our apartment has us looking for comfort rather than Rodin. He must wait. We are having trouble with the wifi in the apartment, hoping to have it fixed to send this and to Skype our family ...
... so we could continue our journey on foot. Issy and I had to meet the woman whose apartment we would be staying in the next 2 nights and Eammon and Ellie-Mae kindly tagged along. We walked together to the Gare de Lyon, stopping only to find an Internet and phone cafe so we could warn her of our approach and get some complicated instructions. The apartment was in a small residential area with about 4 shops and we headed upstairs to have a quick introduction and get our keys. Once back ...
... a lot more confident that we could survive another 3 months away from Aus.
A big sleep in the next day was followed by a walk along the Champs - élysées to the Arc de Triomphe having a look in a few of the shops. From there we jumped back on the metro and visited Sacre Coeur (church) which offered a brilliant view over the city of Paris.
For our final day in Paris we caught a train out to the Palace at Versailles and cruised ...
... caught the metro home again and got lunch on the way. We had 15 minutes to get changed and on the bus to go to the Norte Dam. We played in the garden/ court yard directly out the front of the monstrous church, in the direct line of the blistering sun. It wasn't the greatest day to be wearing all blacks. Sweating and litres of water later we emerged from the concert looking forward to an inside look at the church featured in the movie hunchback of nitre dam, it was very ...
... by the sounds of
protest, coming from a group assembled under the statue of St Michael, in the
square. On closer inspection, they were protesting Putin being in the Ukraine.
Loud, wet and in no way threatening, they were being keenly watched by some
burly riot police. As the weather cleared again, we took the opportunity to
make our way back to the hotel along the river, amazed by the barges that were