We didn't set an alarm because the segway tour wasn't till 2:00 and we didn't need to be there till 1:45 . So we slept till 10:00. Can't remember the last time that happened.
By the time we were ready to go, it was late enough to not bother with breakfast and forge straight into lunch. But I did confirm the milk I bought last night was indeed (whole) cow's milk when I had a glass before we left.
Today's first adventure was the Metro. Actually, finding the Metro station. Which turned out to be across the street from the restuarant where we had dinner last night, and yet we didn't see it - the big lamp post-like thing with the big red sign saying "Metro". Cleverly hidden in plain site.
The next adventure was buying fare tickets. For both NY and DC subway systems I have a farecard that I randomly put money one and never pay attention to it much after that. Seems that to get the equivalent for the Paris metro requires a photo to put on a week-pass, which costs 5 euro just for the card. Not including the fare. Sounds like too much work. The ticket agent was very patient with us and sold us two tickets each - one for each way. Then she had to "walk" us through the ticket process, shouting through the glass enclosure of her booth. Put the ticket in, wait for it to pop up, then PUSH. Mind you, it's not just a turnstile, or we might have figured it out on our own. No, no, in addition to the turnstile, there's a door/gate to push. Too much coordination involved.
But we got on the correct train, got off at the correct station, and made our way up to the street via the stairs - and noticed the escalator as we came up to the street. Of course. AFTER I climb up the stairs I find the escalator.
We decided to find the segway place first, then go to lunch. Google maps still kinda worked on my iPad via GPS, but the directions were odd. We walked in the general correct direction along a very large street (Mott-Piquet Grenelle) lined with open air markets for everything - fruit, vegetables, fish, meat, clothes, purses. Very interesting, but no time to look. iPad in hand, we finally found the place at 1:00. Good thing we didn't bother with breakfast!
So we had 45 minutes for lunch. We walked back to Mott-Piquet Grenelle and stopped at the first cafe we saw. The waiter was a smidge grumpy (a la "the French don't like Americans" line of thought) - he didn't particularly like the way Andy pronounced the word for "lunch" (dejunear? am I spelling that right? probably not). Nor did he like my choice of sparkling water - I asked for Pelligrino, since it's the only brand I know besides Perrier, and I don't like Perrier. No, he said, he would bring Badoit. Ok, fine.
Andy ordered and (excellent) omelette and I had what was labeled "chicken salad". Only it was turkey not chicken (do they think we don't know the difference?). In any case the omelette was great, and so was the turkey - fresh roasted turkey breast, not deli meat. Delicious.
Back at the tour office, we met our tour guid, Louis, late of New Zealand. Four other people joined us. This tour was for 3 hours, which sounded like a long time to be on a segway - the 2 hour DC segway tour was very taxing on the legs after a relatively short time. However, this tour was organized very differently - there were several stops along the way, and we really stopped. As in, got off the segways for a bit. Most of the time there was either a place to sit, and eventually I figured out how to sit on the stationary segway.
Here we are in front of Ecole Militaire.
We noticed very quickly that (1) Paris is very beautiful, just in general and (2) Paris is huge. Several times we'd be zipping along at top speed (10 mph) for extended periods, zooming down tree-lined streets, trying not to run over pedestrians.
At Place de Concord we took a longer break, which included a chocolate crepe. Oh my goodness, a new Favorite Thing.
And we stopped at one of the three "love lock" bridges:
We also stopped at the Louvre, and of course, the very last stop was the Eiffel Tower:
The three hours had zipped by.
So it's 5:30, what do we do next? Well, unfortunately for some reason I had a blister growing on my ankle - normally I have bandaids with me, but of course I'm using a different bag, so of course I don't have any. Besides the fact I've been wearing these walking shoes for a year and never had a blister. So our first thought was to find a pharmacy, but the two we can find are closed (it is after 6:00 on Sunday, so not a great surprise). We had hoped to maybe walking to the Bateaux- Mouche dock to take a Seine cruise, but the blister nixed that idea.
Instead, we went to dinner at the nearest cafe.
One thing that absolutely has not changed is the fact that the French smoke like chimneys. Good thing I have a fresh inhaler with me, but the bigger problem is smoke burning my eyes.
Our waiter had a good time messing with the Americans - he said instead of Pelligrino, he'd bring me "Badoit - it's FRENCH". So now I know.
AND I got my bowl of onion soup. Only a day late.
But the best was the dessert - chocolate "volcano" cake, with molten chocolate on the inside, and a scoop of vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. Oh My Goodness. My new Favorite Thing.
On the way back to the hotel, we stopped to get Andy a new hoodie. And I got a pashmina. Why not.
Tomorrow: Normandy! A Very Long Day.



