Paris, Day 1

Day 1: Gay Paris, here we are!

The rigors of the 24 hour travel-fest are long forgotten. Suffice to say that the sooner somebody invents a faster way to get around the planet the better!

Rhonda just laps it up. Look at her excited expression, and this is still at Tullamarine...She had just made a rather canny purchase, though- another bargain for the trip!

Paris is an amazing city, full of the most stylish women, usually with a dog at heel, or in their arms. Seriously, I kid you not, there was a woman on the plane from Hong Kong to Paris with a small black dog in a bag at her feet for the whole 12 and a half hours- I presume she had drugged it, as there was not a sound until we were not far from Paris and the chlomicalm started to wear off!
This is a picture of the only hound in Paris worthy of the name- reminded us a bit of Jazz the wonderdog, Mace!
Our room at Le Hotel des Grandes Ecoles is wonderful- right in the heart of the Latin Quarter with cafes, patisseries, pubs, gelati bars, you name it, we've got it! This is a view out of the window onto a lovely little courtyard- so much of the old city is about what is hidden from the street, behind huge wooden gates big enough to drive a truck through. Amazing how a Revolution and a couple of wars changes your outlook on life.
The streets are a delight- twisting and turning everywhere without any apparent purpose. Puts my near-infallible navigating skills to the test! This is a typical streetscape near our hotel.
And finally, was that Woody Allen I saw in the Luxembourg Gardens?