Retournons a Paris

After a very comfortable sleep, we ventured for breakfast to find a magnificent spread with copious amounts of coffee. We had decided we would ‘do as the townspeople’ and go to the mall. This would mean trains, Metro and lots of human GPS’ing. While at breakfast we noticed a couple praying for their food in English – both a phenomenon is the places where we had just travelled. We spoke to them and they told us they lived in Germany, but were from the US. We chatted about our travels, our plans for the day and we met up again at the shuttle for the airport/train.

Once at Charles de Gaulle, we purchased train passes like seasoned pros – and off to where the adventure all began – train stop ‘Chatelet les Halles’ in central Paris (like Union or Penn Station). We picked up another RER train to La Defense and the Grand Arch. Typical huge mall – its become a bit of a tradition on our last day in Europe – see people at the mall. We shopped, ate, and high fived our successful trek. We decided that for our final afternoon, we should head to our favourite part of Paris – St. Germain des Pres on the Metro. This decision helped us avoid torrential rain and as we stepped out of the subway, the sun beamed down upon us.

We meandered small streets with the literati and glitterati alike; we stopped at marvelous shops (a second hand Louis Vuitton/Chanel shop, for example), little shoe stores, and Starbucks (most predictable coffee shop with a bathroom that works). With more meandering, we decided 8:30 dinner, like the French was a good idea.

We found a favourite street, selected an appealing ‘plate of the day’ and voila – dinner in Paris – while we calculate the fleeting minutes to time our trains to coincide at Charles de Gaulle Airport to meet the hotel shuttle. From freezing cold to very warm hearts – we squeezed every minute.

Once back at the hotel, we packed up our small precious goodies for loved ones, checked in online, finalized our luggage and off to bed. One more ‘petit dejeuner’ and we will be off via shuttle to fly home after an incredible two week journey.

This timeless day, locked deep in my memory bank was $277 for train passes, wonderful dinner, satisfying shopping for gifts.

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Living a blessed life in Canada with my husband on the beautiful shores of Lake Huron. I work as a Human Resources consultant to small business. I love my family - our grandchildren are the loves of my life. I'm a change agent personally and professionally. Change is what I'm about - no matter what!
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