Paris, the final destination

And so we move on to our final destination of the trip, the beautiful Paris. We have 8 nights here, so there's still plenty of trip to go, but we did take our last train ride today. The two of us were grumpy in the mornings, Alex because we ran out of ibuprofen (which you can only get a pharmacies, and they were all closed on Sunday) and me because Alex was crabby. So, we prioitiezed meds, which led to me racing through a mall in search of the alleged pharmacy within while Alex found us food. All was well after pain meds, food, train boarding and a good cry (I keep doing that -- I think my eyes have a leak).

Two hours of training and voila! We are in Paris. She's a stunner, that one. We cabbed through the heart of the city to our new Airbnb in Le Marais. We are on the 3rd floor (fourth floor in the U.S.) of a building built in the 1700s. Our host's ancestor was actually helped to build the place. Amazing. Speaking of our host, he is the kindest man. He spent a good half hour with us, giving us the run of the place and going through his very detailed guide to the city. When we arrived, he was finishing his fish next door, apparently. His flat is next to ours. So he excused himself for a few minutes and then returned for the tour. While he was gone, I looked around a bit. The kitchen is all white, including the floors and I checked out the washer and fridge. When he came back, he made a point to remove his shoes (twice) to show us the kitchen, saying that the floor marks up quickly. I couldn't keep my eyes off of my own shoe prints in the room as he was showing us the washer in his socks. Geez. I think I'm gonna have to wash the floor.

After settling in, I left Alex to go find our the Paris tourist office to collect our museum passes. It was a lovely walk that took me past the famous modern art museum, the Pompidou. Also, it allowed me to scout out where we're meeting our tour to Normandy tomorrow. On the way back, I figured out how to use the Paris subway. Pretty easy, actually. 

Back in our little flat, we had sandwiches from our new local bakery and some shortbread cookies for dinner. Then, Alex learned how to play chess. Diuring the game, I kept thinking about George, and how he would call it chest when he was little. Chest master. And that's how we rolled into Paris, relatively healthy and happy.