A mother daughter reunion
09.12.2012 4 °C
After three months apart, k and I have reunited in Paris. Yesterday was our catch up and sleep day. Today was the Tour Eiffel.
After our Parisien breakfasts of baguettes, croissants, fresh juice and coffee, we hit up our concierge for directions to the tower. The staff here at the Alba Opera hotel have been very helpful and friendly and this morning was no different. On our map, he showed us the train stations and gave us very detailed directions to the station, told us at which station to transfer and where station to disembark.
Now for most people that would be enough. But those of you who have travelled with me before know that even with gps yelling at me, I still get lost. And the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, although better than me with directions my K is directionality challenged.
There are 4 metro stations close by. Two were on line 2 the other ones on line 5. We were to take the 2 to Charles De Gaulle Etoile and then transfer to the 6 and disembark a Trocadero, well instead of turning right at the end of our block, we went left and ended up unknowingly at line 5 (which was a sketchy area). We were accosted by a hostile news seller on the way down to the metro. Then we faced gale force winds while purchasing tickets with some yahoo behind us trying to get our attention. His incessant nattering about getting him some coffee or some Euros, and hyenic laughter made my ears hurt. We finally got our tickets and were through the gate when we discovered we were at line 5. We couldn't imagine heading back the other way and losing our tickets, and luckily, k was able to find an alternate route for us. We went down to the track and we're reviewing our path with our backs to the tracks. (New lesson to me, always turn slightly to the side so you can see mostly what's coming). Some guy came up behind me and poked me right on the back. I mean a really hard poke, and then grunted and then walked a couple of steps away I made some non-sensible response, and k said "excuse me" at which point he turned around and stared at us. Thankfully he forgot why he stopped to bother us in the first place and kept on his way. The rest of our journey to the tower was surprisingly uneventful!
K and I pre-purchased our tickets. This allowed us to bypass the long serpentine line and go right to the front. I would definitely recommend doing this. You just go online and printout the tickets. Took me two seconds.
We went all the way to the summit. What a view.
We decided to walk back to our hotel via the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs Elysees. Just before we got to the arc, we go saw this little restaurant. You can see its red awning below. This ended up being our splurge meal. 80 euros for the two of us. And no wine or other alcohols.
We were able to find a little gem on out way home. The Chappelle Expiatoire. It's said that the bodies of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette were buried here after they were guillotined. Unfortunately the site's was closed and we couldn't go in. Their bodies are now buried in the Basilica St Denis, but we are are reminded of all those whose lives were lost during this period and still are resting here.
K and I, still full from our extravagant lunch snacked on a sweet bun and clementine and called it a night. Tomorrow - the Louvre?