The Iron Lady – Eiffel Tower in the rain!
We bid a fond farewell to London as we board the Eurostar to Paris. It’s a super-fast train, it takes only 2 ½ hours and a meal that makes plane food look like a gourmet feast. In Paris it is grey and quite cold, but we are buoyed by excitement.
We have arranged for a transfer through the apartment we have booked, and our driver William tells us about the area we are staying in, St. Germain. As he points out patisseries, bistros and markets we are looking forward more and more to getting out among it.
A small glitch at the apartment leaves us waiting for half an hour for the meet-and-greet guy to let us in, but we eventually have access to the apartment that will be our home for the next nine nights. It is tiny and quirky and gorgeous. The window looks across rooftops pricking with chimneypots, everything is clean and comfortable and the kitchen is teeny but has everything we need. The elevator which gives access to the 6thfloor is so tiny only one of us can fit in at a time. My claustrophobia is slightly less powerful than my fear of climbing six flights of stairs at this stage, but stay tuned. Read more →