The Lodge du Centre Hotel
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"Changing Rooms"
... French ballet flats, no others jumped out at me like that first pair. Not even over two entire floors of shoes in Galleries Lafayette OR Printemps! Misery. So the morning passes with fruitless wandering. There's not even anything worth photographing. Three final days in London HAVE to offer an improvement. Tonight we change location to Earl's Court, to a small hotel that rates highly. ...
Short Reprise
... board and the hall and headed off in the direction of the check-in counter. Being a provincial airline, the check-in was clear and available, understood what our flight was and who we were and issued cards and waved us through - to a chaotic scene. A security inspection! I thought the UK was bad enough. Both of Melien’s hand luggage were checked by a determined woman who pulled out the kilt we bought for our brother-in-law as well as the sporran. ...
Finally in Paris
... we had made it alive thus far. No luck. So we walked over to the Eifel Tower. It was so surreal seeing it up close. I reflected back in our journey over the past 2 days soley to get to that spot. It was almost a miracle. I felt so grateful to all the kind people that had helped us figure out our way. So we sat on the grass for a while, taking pictures and recouperating. Around 9:00 we headed back to the hotel, showered and went to bed. A long day ...
Right and Left Banks
... it through, and it hasn't rained too much, but I think it might still be colder than March in Boston was (OK, that's a small exaggeration, but not so much). So, we thought, "OK, so it's a fugly day. That's fine, we've been meaning to go to the Louvre anyways." Unfortunately, we were too slow getting our act together, and it was well after noon by the time we got to the Louvre, and the line was terrifying. Honestly I wish we had taken a picture, because I don't ...
Travelling with a Dark Lord is never dull.
... st Floor café though. Poor Cat had an injury on her foot and took a little while to climb the stairs, but we did it in the end and sat down to a feast of pizza and chips and energy drink - extortionately priced of course, but worth it for that moment.
Right on time, Shaun whizzed round the corner. He said he had a marvellous time on the very top of the tower, and had climbed the stairs up, and rode the lift down. Now he was hungry. About time, I thought. I was ...