I said in my last post that I wouldn't bore you with an in depth trip report so I shall just mention the high points and low points of our short trip.
* When we got on the train in our sleepy little town to get to London there was a man sitting in our reserved seats. There were other seats around and Amy made me be good and nice and sit in a seat that was free. Here's my rant... Don't sit in reserved seats on trains. One would assume that because you put on a suit in the morning, tie your own laces and travel halfway across the country each day to do a job that you are at least partially educated. Read the flipping reserved sign and get the hell out of my seat!
* I have no idea how anyone driving a car in Paris is not dead from either a car accident or through being ripped from their car after cutting up another motorist and being beaten to death. There do not seem to be any rules of the road here. Just get in your car, point it in the direction you want to go and close your eyes. No exaggeration here, It's just bloody mental. I must say though on the whole I found Parisians to be helpful and friendly, but if you see one get into a car then run!
* We walked so far on the first day that our feet were sore and blistered by the next morning and made things a little painful for the rest of the trip. My advice, take the Metro. It's so easy to get around and by far the best and cleanest underground system I've ever been on.
* City destinations always attract tourist prices. For a snack and a coffee at a half decent cafe in Paris you might want to consider re-mortgaging your house or selling your children. It's very expensive. The most expensive bottle of Coke we bought in a cafe turned out to be €8. Thats well over minimum hourly wage for a Coke. I must say though that the food is, of course, divine. It is Paris after all.
* There's lot's to see and do in Paris and it's a gorgeous city. Look.
The view from it over the city is even better.
* Traveling in confined spaces such as the Eurostar makes me want to kill people. Whether it be ignorant German business men who sit wherever the hell they like so as not to crease their suits and get in my way when I try to get off the train even though it's really obvious I'm traveling with my girlfriend. Or the racist family from Essex who got on at Euro Disney and insisted their luggage stay in the aisle even when asked to move it forcing everyone needing to pass to climb over it, even that poor old lady. Shame on you. Next time I'll wang your case of the train, even if it does break the Disney china you kept telling everyone to mind as they mountaineered their way over your crap.
Aside from my ranting and moaning people I really did have a brilliant time and this is why.
This woman put's up with all of my whining and moaning in realtime, even when it's her birthday trip. She helps care for my blistered feet in a crowded Parisian park and doesn't bat an eyelid. She takes me from grumpy to human when most people would either run in fear or punch me, yet she's the one that gets snapped at when somebody gets on a train I'm on.
I have never in my life appreciated someone as much as I appreciate her and this wonderful trip to Paris has made me appreciate her a whole lot more. I don't say it enough but thank you, you're wonderful in so many ways and even though some things, ok most things (like trains!) make me moan I wouldn't change a thing.
Right, enough soppy, nearly half way through my film challenge so expect a post about it soon. It may involve me moaning, so just stay away from my seat.
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