The hub-unit and I flew all night out of Miami, and arrived in Paris on Wednesday at around 9:30AM Although this white-knuckler possibly pulled in two Valium-and-wine-induced hours of sleep on our turbulent flight, I was not willing to waste a day. After checking into our Hilton Hotel in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower (which we are finding quite pleasing)...I did a one hour shower and makeup overhaul while the hubster took a power snooze, and we headed out. From our hotel, we sauntered past Le Tour Eiffel (which is much taller and more amazing than I had even imagined), and stolled along the Seine (crossing from the left to right on the return trip), to log an approximate six miles of pedestrian exploration this afternoon.
The denizens of Paris are wonderful! I have no idea where this "rudeness" stereotype comes from, because we have been treated with nothing but kindness, consideration, and the utmost in courtesy and helpfulness from the moment we hit French soil. Our butchered attempts at communication in the language have been met with patience, humour, and gentle tutelage.
We had a freakishly amazing lunch at Aux Marches du Palais, where we perservered despite being somewhat intimidated by the complete and utter absence of English word either spoken by staff, written on the menu, or posted on the wine board. Oh. My. Gawd. The Foie Gras starter will never been forgetten...thin, rose-grey colored slices of that delicacy served up with a fig preserve garnish and pink sea (I'm guessing) salt, served with hearty toasted bread slices. My husband had duck tenderloins encased in phyllo with asparagus and a side of bean sprouts, and I had a beef tenderloin with golden fried potatoes. We finished up with a dessert of ice crean and chocolate sauce piped into a rolled-up wafer shell with caramel drizzle and pear sorbet. With two glasses of house wine and one le of Beaujolais, $127 Euros, but SO worth it!
Dress: I've seen every measure of dress today from jeans and ankle boots, to shors/skirts/capris with sandals and tanks. Footwear ranged from sandals, to athletic shoes, to mule/pumps/short boots, whatever. What I did not see was anyone (outside of wait staff) who was dressed totally in black, nor did I see a single person wearing a scarf (but it WAS warm). I wore a nice embellished tee and capri set with good sandals all day, and no one ever even gave me the fashion "hairy eyeball". Dress is as individual and accepted here as it seems to be in every other city in our country.
After picking up some wine and pastries for tomorrew, we are in pre-comatose lock-down for the evening. Stay tuned tomorrow for reports on our lunch at Le Jules Vern and a nighttime Fat Tire Bike Tours. :D