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... for the setting in my jeans, dusty shoes and Invader-Zim t-shirt, but I'm sure my Aussie accent and very broken French was apology enough! The tea was spectacular, as it has been everywhere in France and Belgium surprisingly (I thought it was a British thing, not a French thing!), and the pastries were perfect.
After such a big few days what is needed now is a good sleep, though how good my sleep on the bent-banana fold-out couch will be remains to be seen.
We met Caroline at the train station and saw a guy sprinting away from the police so I tackled him and caught him in a lock and brung him back to the police ( true story). We then caught the RER to our place that we were staying at. It was a really small place and it had one bedroom, one bathroom and one kitchen. We were only 5 minutes from the Arc de Triophe so we went there quickly and then went down the big street and it had lots of ...
... the High-line is beautiful but we are both amazed and excited that the crepe restaurant from yesterday is open so we drop in for the dessert crepes that we couldn't fit in yesterday. It was well worth the return visit.
The afternoon is spent quietly in the apartment and then it is off to the local Irish Pub - yes there is one in every city by the feel of it - where we watch the Chelsea Football match. ...
Heading into the city, the sky was hazy, in what we first thought was fog, but turned out to be smog!! The smog was something we were to experience throughout the whole trip, but not something we could remember from when we were in Italy a few years ago.
The drive through the outer suburbs from the airport was, similar to other big cities, a bit off putting. There was graffiti, rubbish, shanties, and a lot of industrial space. But then we caught a glimpse of ...
... and when we were nearly there, I asked Barry once more, "Didn't we go to Orsay last time, on our honeymoon?" No, he was sure we hadn't. Dead tired, we got within sight of the museum and I heard Barry mutter "Oops. I guess we did go here."
Grrrr. Now I had no game plan, so we kept walking. And walking. And walking. Walked along the Seine, looked at monuments and parks, and back to the hotel, where we met ...