The flight from Chicago to Paris was uneventful, other than
the annoying man sitting next to me whose elbows and arms continually intruded
into my airspace. I firmly believe that, on a plane, if my arms are within the
perimeter of the armrests, I should not feel anyone else’s body part touching
me!
Zipped in to Paris on the train, then realized I had 4 hours
and no plan. So I ordered a coffee and made a plan while I drank. Stashed the
luggage and headed to the Marais for a walk and lunch.
I did a lot of window shopping in the Marais, but no buying.
Mostly I soaked up Paris. Eventually it was time for lunch so I looked for one
restaurant I had written down, and when I had no luck headed to another, Jaja
Cafe, which I walked by twice before spotting it. I got the set lunch which was
some kind of ceviche for a starter, blood sausage for the main, and chocolate
pudding for dessert. All of it was very tasty, and I have to admit I find it
fun to have food appear when I have no idea what I ordered!
I’m sure I horrified the Parisians with how quickly I ate,
but time was getting tight. Tighter than I thought – I had been thinking the
train was 2:45, and it was 2:25!!! Luckily I had time to make it, barely; but I
almost didn’t when I had trouble getting the code to work on the luggage
locker. Always, trouble with the lockers! But I made it on to the train and am
typing this while zipping through France to Brussels.
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