The 'roadhouse' restaurant was a Paul Patisserie!
The funniest thing about our drive to Paris this morning was the stop at the roadhouse. It was almost our first rainy day of the trip (How well timed was that!) and we set off a little sadly from our lovely Tamnies house with the skies heavy and grey. We puttered our way through lovely little towns on our way to the main road, and then it was 5 hours of boring highway driving. At lunch time we pulled into a huge roadhouse to re-fuel the car and us. Imagine our delight at finding the imagined fast food disaster was actually a Paul patisserie - complete with quiche, baquettes and macaroons! If only roadside eating in Australia looked like this......
Today was also the day we said good-bye to our faithful Peugeot. After all this time and driving through two countries we had got quite attached to it. Dropping it at Charles de Gaulle to the Peugeot people went without a hitch, even after the Naples incident, and we piled into a taxi to begin the last leg of our adventure: Paris.
Just as we thought we were there, having spied the Sacre Coeur in the distance and crossed
The magic of our first night in Paris and our first glimpse of the Tour Eiffel
the Seine, we came to a grinding halt in a huge traffic jam. The taxi driver eventually turned off his engine like all the other cars, and we all just sat there looking at each other for a good twenty minutes! People hopped out of their cars, had a bit of a stretch of the legs, chatted on mobiles, but nothing moved. Eventually something changed and we made it to our home for the next 8 days. 264 Rue St Honore.
The stairs of the apartment building were ancient polished wood, worn into grooves where thousands of feet had pounded up the stairs at the end of a long day. We settled in to our new abode, then headed out to look for some dinner. A lovely little bistro just around the corner was perfect.
As it got dark we strolled down the Rue St Honore, and across to the river. As we crossed the street, there, in the distance was our first unexpected glimpse of the Eiffel Tower, absolutely golden and beautiful. There was something quite magical about it, and we all leaned against the railings of the bridge enjoying the moment and imagining the week ahead,
Fountaines de la Concorde
My favourite Paris Fountain
before wandering home to bed.
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