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Sep. 10th, 2011 11:07 pmWe decided that a flight from Newcastle to Paris that involved changing planes in (ugh) Heathrow just wouldn't set the right mood, so we booked train tickets on the Eurostar. We had reserved tickets, which meant that even though the trains were running late we still had to catch specific ones, but Chaz emitted the right amount of worrions so we got here just fine. With free food and wine the whole way.
We found the flat, which is in a nice Medieval building with Tudor-style beams and plaster tucked down a Medieval street about a block from the Seine. After we'd settled our things and explored the kitchen and other rooms (the bathroom has a bidet. I've only seen one before in Japan.), we walked toward the river...and as we stepped out from behind a building at the end of the street, Notre Dame filled the sky, lit by the setting sun.
We held hands crossing the river and walked along in front of the cathedral, then had dinner outdoors at a brasserie with Notre Dame a stone's throw away. As we ate le cassoulet and drank vin rouge, I watched the sun set over Notre Dame.
We found the flat, which is in a nice Medieval building with Tudor-style beams and plaster tucked down a Medieval street about a block from the Seine. After we'd settled our things and explored the kitchen and other rooms (the bathroom has a bidet. I've only seen one before in Japan.), we walked toward the river...and as we stepped out from behind a building at the end of the street, Notre Dame filled the sky, lit by the setting sun.
We held hands crossing the river and walked along in front of the cathedral, then had dinner outdoors at a brasserie with Notre Dame a stone's throw away. As we ate le cassoulet and drank vin rouge, I watched the sun set over Notre Dame.
