A day of travelling today, we left our hotel at about 8.30 this morning - Monday 26 our time. Caught the train to St Pancras - the international station we had to go to to catch the Eurostar. We had a bit of a wait, but l would rather be early and relaxed than late and in a panic.
Arrived in Paris a couple of hours later and lost an hour on the way. Ten minutes at the station deciding where we needed to go to pick up our 5 day rail passes and we'd been approached by 3 people asking for money. One young girl in the same queue as us said don't trust anyone especially young children, so we are being very careful. Took a little over an hour to get the tic we were after, only one person at the counter.
Found our hotel and have settled in. Went out to mingle with the locals and came across a supermarket so made some purchases for dinner tonight. Picked up a lovely bottle of champagne that a friend was kind enough to buy for us. She had some Euros left from a previous trip and posted them to us. The trolley's are quiet different from the ones at home. 50 Shades didn't master them this time, but l am sure he'll perfect the way to steer them and maybe next time won't run into the back of my heels.
Getting out of the place was an interesting exercise. We'd unloaded and then a woman tapped 50 Shades on the shoulder and pointed to her very pregnant belly and proceeded to push her trolley past him and unload. So the way it's done in France...... The sign with the pic of the pram and the wheelchair above the aisle means that if a person is pregnant and / or disabled they have right of way.
I can hear the sound of a cork popping, au revoir, je will return demain. I know you are amazed at how quickly l am picking up the language.