Mercure Paris Orly Rungis

... 50 yards, woo hoo! too bad the camera was dead) What a great day with the kids but man was I tired. We took the subway home and got back to the hotel at 7:30PM. The girls ditched us for dinner and by the time we left Hippos (too hot inside) and left an Irish pub (what no fish and chips or onion ring at an Irish Pub) we had our last dinner in Paris at McDonlads. Just my luck, I was so tired I didn't even realize they served beer.

What a city Paris ...

Some friends from home arrived in Paris from Dublin, Ireland a few days ago. We met them at their hostel late one evening right after they checked in. "So what now?" Casey said. "What do you want to do tonight?" "I haven't eaten," said one friend, "And I've been in Ireland since the beginning of July. All Irish food is fried, so if the food here is good, I'd like dinner." This is what I ...

... the Salon de The, which I would just call the bar. It wasn't a great table, but we were dressed for the catacombs, so I felt more comfortable there (we were asked where we wanted to sit, and I had said it didn't matter). There were people dressed in all forms of fashion though from casual like us to very chic. The place is just beautiful. DS and I shared a club sandwich, and DH and DD shared a salad with big, gorgorgeous prawns. That sandwich was one of the best I've ever ...

... lady asked for directions and I was able to give them in French and she was grateful and continued on her way (I must say, my French is pretty rudimentary, so I was pretty excited to know both where she wanted to go and to be able to tell her in French). We've had a very laid back week here this week, just visiting markets, shopping and reading. On Monday morning, we plan to head on an overnight trip out to Mont St Michel and the D-day beaches. A bientot.

... factory. Now it is a beautifully groomed park with wide gravel alleys lined with trees, statues, and flower beds. The French garden is an exercise in man's control over nature, and it is evident everywhere here. The Tuileries are part of an axis along which we walk. It goes from the heart of the Louvre, through the Tuileries, across the Place de la Concorde, up the Champs-Élysées to the Arc de Triomphe, and finally out to the new Arc de la Défense. We walk as far as the Arc de ...

... I learned a little French dans me voiture while commuting so if my spelling is wrong, I apologize now. In any case I'm eager to try my limited French on the French. I manage to tell the cabbie where we need to be on Rue Cler and settle in to rubber neck all the way there. Entering our hotel we find it reeking of paint and fish. The hotel is very close to a poissonerie therefore the fish smell, although it must be mentioned that the ...

... thing we all noticed was that most of the names on the grave stones were Italian ones (which makes sense) and that most people were burried as a family, while in the US most of the time people are burried near family but separately, but I noticed that there was one grave stone for the entire family. Also a lot of the graves were highly decorated with beautiful, elaborate statues of women, angels, children, flowers and so forth. One could tell ...

... half french/half english. It said he lived in the "gauche" door. We didn't know that "gauche" means left, we didn't hear any party from any of the doors, and we didn't want to wake up strangers so we turned around a left. The guy apologized later, but apparently everyone had left around the same time we got there so that they could catch the last metro. Oh well. It was an interesting experience getting ourselves lost with no one that could speak English to help us... The next ...

... t go in all of them...I saved money and enjoyed from the outside. For lunch...a little Croque Madame (Open-faced sandwich with melted cheese, ham, and egg) enjoying the gorgeous weather in the open window of a cafe. There is a rugby tournament right now and three drunk fans saw me and came and sat down with me...quite drunk and rowdy...eek!! After lunch I browsed the shops on the Champs d'Lysee. In Cartier, I was asked by a man to take a ...

... latest to catch the train to London. It was a great night and alot of fun to see Elina. On my way home I was so hungry I got a simple baguette sandwich and of course that tasted great too even though I could've chipped a tooth on the baguette. In the morning I pack up and head to the train station and the superfast train to London via the Chunnel which goes under the English Channel. On my way to the station I was consulting my map and a nive woman asked if I needed help. See? Parisians can ...