Paris is very different than I expected. Already I am missing London. We took the eurostar from London to Paris (about 2 hours travel time) then the number 42 bus from Gare du Nord to a few stops past the Tour Eiffel. Stumbled around trying to figure out where our flat was, got unsolicited help from a few Parisians and then out of nowhere is Jean Pierre (our french landlord). We were sure we were off to a rocky start when Jean Pierre remarked “Oh you have 3 childen” but he quickly added “I thought you only had 2” and he laughed when I said we could leave one out of the street. OK all is well. The landlord and his wife probably spent a full hour showing us every detail of their place. They even walked us down to show us places to eat, get great cheese, and fresh produce.
This is a very different culture and city. Our place does not appear clean it is dusty and even the sheets may not have been changed from the previous tenant. So we start our stay in Paris with a quick tidy. Actually it is Tom doing the tidy and I’m on the computer (obviously). But after I post my pictures, that will soon change.
Here is view 1 from our balcony:
Here is view 2:
