So after the last attempt at a update I am writing this in word first just to make sure I don’t lose it again. We arrived in Paris with snow falling around us, and after 5 flights we were looking forward to checking into our accomodation for the week. We had been told to catch the train from Charles De Gaulle to St Michel and were not very impressed to find out that the snow we were so enamoured by had stopped our train from running. None the less we were really excited to finally be in Paris, so we trudged out into the snow as told to find our bus. If we spoke fluent French this probably would not have been a problem, but given the snow and the crowds it was chaos. In the end we decided to get a taxi (which is the Sarah way), which only ended up costing 50 Euro. After 5 days here I have to say it is the best spent 50 Euro of the trip. Our driver was brilliant and took us on a route through the city that passed La Madeline, the Assembly Nationale, and the Eiffel Tower. We tried to wake the kids so they could see everything, but they were so worn out from the flights that they simply grunted at me, and went back to sleep.
We got to our apartment an hour late, and realised that Maya had lost her beanie in the Taxi. We rented the apartment for a week, which was far cheaper than a hotel, and were not sure what to expect. Thankfully it is perfect, and I am actually feeling very sad about leaving in 2 days. We are right in the heart of the Latin Quarter, one block from St Michel, and 3 blocks from Notre Dame. The apartment is one big room that can be divided into a small living area, bathroom and 2 bedrooms – I totally recommend it to anyone in Paris for more than a few days.
By the time we had settled in it was 5pm, snowing and the temperature was around -3, so we decided to go for a quick walk to grab some dinner and check out Notre Dame and the Latin Quarter. Luckily Callum was here in 2007 and knew his way around a little. I have to say until that point I had never known what it was like to feel truly COLD! Not in Canberra in the middle of winter (you know the time I mean Millya), not at the snowfields in the rain, not in Katoomba in sleet. It is a totally different cold. We found crepes and coffee and quickly strolled past Notre Dame and Shakespeare and Company bookshop before heading back to the apartment to have our first shower and proper sleep in almost 48 hours, which was absoloute bliss.
More to come, thanks for reading.
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