And so to Paris! How weird to wake up in Staveley and bed down in Paris that night! That’s what happened, folks. Up at 7:00, drive to Sheffield to drop off the car, two trains to London, hop off at Saint Pancreas, onto the Eurostar and into Paris. Quite a long travel day indeed.
Anyhow, here we are. Paris. Again. We’ve been walking a lot. It’s what you do in Paris. What WE do in any case. Our digs are just around the corner fro Gare du Nord. Lovely apartment, but 123 steps to navigate before you can kick off the shoes and settle down for a well-earned wine. I’ll just nick to the supermarket to get some. Uh oh, it seems that alcohol cannot be purchased after 1900 hours! Or maybe it’s because it’s Sunday. Nope. Tried again on Monday night and, yup, it’s 1900. Unbelievable!
It’s OK, though, because on Sunday night we chanced upon a bar with the last set of the French Open Men’s Final on large screen TVs. We stayed and watched this amazing match to its conclusion. Better man win, to the rapturous applause of most everyone in the bar. Boy did we sleep well that night!
