Hotel L'Adresse Paris
22 Rue Du Debarcadere Paris, Île-de-France, 75017, France
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Dinner with Remi: Celebrity restaurants in Paris
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In the ladies restroom, where many secret female conversations take place, Adriana admitted that she wasn't really afraid of mice. Neither am I. We both just enjoyed creating a bit of a scene. It also occurred to us that we had finally met our celebrity. "Remi" had been in the vicinity all night. And, if you think about it, as a celebrity Remi's behavior is clearly ...
Eating and drinking the French way
... they were the best crepes in the world, to which the very proud waiter responded that Sarkozy himself was there just the day before, and that he came there 12 times a year! On the way back, the glowing Eiffel Tower beckoned to me (at one point it was actually blinking w/ thousands of strobe-like lights), so I sent the boys back to our apartment while I went off in search of the perfect shot. I think I may just have gotten it!
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Day 14 En France
... re brother and sister.” I told her that I think it’s allowed with animals.As you may be able to tell by the tone of this journal entry, I wasn’t in the best of moods today. I was up late last night helping Juliette finish her homework and getting her off to bed, I heard some devastating news about a friend, and then I had to cancel my plans at the last minute. So I was feeling pretty down, and was easily agitated. I probably didn’t have my ...
PARIS-NOTRE DAME
... Too old for that…. Leave that up to the likes of Jasper… ah notre dame… Aurivour If only I could spell "goodbuy“ in French. Annette and Leesa and Rosemary could spell it.
Now going back home became an excursion in itself. Decided not to use the metro as it stinks and is fumy. We thought we were smart enough to catch a bus. Ha,, missed the correct street, walked for a bloody long time , found ourselves at the back of The Louvre , walked ...
L'arrêt Impromptu
... like hours to speak with a lady about changing our booking to the next train, when she informed us that none of the trains to Amsterdam were running due to bad weather. We'd have to stay in Paris overnight.
Although it came as quite a shock (earlier in the year we had entertained the idea of stopping in Paris but had decided against it), having to stay a night in Paris was hardly terrible news. The lady made reservations ...
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