Our Adventures in France
It's 8 o'clock in the morning and I have just finished having breakfast with the Iron Lady. Ian is in the shower and I have a moment to reflect on the little things. It is the small details of a journey that we tend to forget and I don't want to forget anything...
The upstairs neighbour's phone vibrates on the floor and wakes us at 7.30. Outside it is still dark and the traffic is beginning to build, but it's not too hectic at this time. A street sweeper slowly moves up the road followed by a water truck, washing away any signs of yesterday and creating a clean slate for the new day.
It is the beginning of Autumn in France and already the leaves have started to turn beautiful yellows, oranges and brown. The parks and some streets have workers whose full time job is to keep the city clean by raking and collecting the leaves in their little tractors with cages. It seems it is very much about appearance here, the streets, the people.
Most Parisians dress impeccably, even if they are riding their bike or scooter (not a motorised one) to work. It is amazing the number of older men, our age and older, who use a scooter to get to work. Full suits with scarf flowing, scooting to work. The women usually ride bikes. Not so many wear helmets but they ride in trench coats and high heels, their handbags in their basket on the handlebars.
It seem as though most people have a dog. All shapes and sizes, and the place of pace is the park in the mornings where the dogs get to socialise.
No one seems to be in a hurry. The garbage trucks and delivery vans often block a whole side of the street and the traffic just waits. No honking of horns, no abuse, just waiting Except yesterday when some of the main roads were blocked due to a protest. I think some commuters were caught unaware and left their run to work a bit late.
My Paris
September 29, 2017
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Paris
It's 8 o'clock in the morning and I have just finished having breakfast with the Iron Lady. Ian is in the shower and I have a moment to reflect on the little things. It is the small details of a journey that we tend to forget and I don't want to forget anything...
The upstairs neighbour's phone vibrates on the floor and wakes us at 7.30. Outside it is still dark and the traffic is beginning to build, but it's not too hectic at this time. A street sweeper slowly moves up the road followed by a water truck, washing away any signs of yesterday and creating a clean slate for the new day.
It is the beginning of Autumn in France and already the leaves have started to turn beautiful yellows, oranges and brown. The parks and some streets have workers whose full time job is to keep the city clean by raking and collecting the leaves in their little tractors with cages. It seems it is very much about appearance here, the streets, the people.
Most Parisians dress impeccably, even if they are riding their bike or scooter (not a motorised one) to work. It is amazing the number of older men, our age and older, who use a scooter to get to work. Full suits with scarf flowing, scooting to work. The women usually ride bikes. Not so many wear helmets but they ride in trench coats and high heels, their handbags in their basket on the handlebars.
It seem as though most people have a dog. All shapes and sizes, and the place of pace is the park in the mornings where the dogs get to socialise.
No one seems to be in a hurry. The garbage trucks and delivery vans often block a whole side of the street and the traffic just waits. No honking of horns, no abuse, just waiting Except yesterday when some of the main roads were blocked due to a protest. I think some commuters were caught unaware and left their run to work a bit late.
We wandered today, probably more than we really planned to on our last day in Paris. We shopped for gifts, had lunch at our favourite restaurant, said goodbye to our favourite french waiter and had cocktails in the cool of the afternoon at a bar on the Seine. I will never tire of visiting my Paris...it does feel like a home away from home. I will miss breakfast every morning with the Grand Lady.
1.
Roissy, Paris
2.
Walking in the footsteps of Johnny Depp
3.
Beaune and the Beautiful Hilltop Village of Chateaneuf
4.
Roman Ruins
5.
From the vineyards to the Alps
6.
Exploring the Old City
7.
Sculptures in the volcanoes
8.
The remains of War
9.
Bliss in the Mountains
10.
Beautiful Medieval Villages
11.
Exploring Sarlat
12.
The Dordogne Valley
13.
Canal du Midi
14.
The French Riviera
15.
Gulfe Juan
16.
Antibes and the Picasso Museum
17.
Just Chillin' in Juan-les-pins
18.
Smuggler's Cove
19.
Paris here we come
20.
Rue Cler and the Champs Elysees
21.
Lunch at the Palace
22.
Chocolate and Perfume
23.
My Paris
24.
Homeward Bound
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