Well, life gave us a giant sized lemon three weeks befor our trip. DH injured his leg, and despite a cortisone shot, he traveled to Paris with the aid of a cane.
Saga started on February 6, departure day. We were flying Air France/Delta codeshare, and Delta customer service was kind enough to note wheelchair assistance on our itinerary for all the legs of our trip. Delta came through like a champ -- wheelchair waiting in Tampa and in Atlanta (stopover). However, when they turned us over to Air France, the "fun" began ... our boarding call came, and still no wheelchair. I asked very politely if the wheelchair was due to arrive before we boarded. I was screamed (yes, screamed) at by the counter rep that she didn't know anything and did we really NEED a wheelchair? At this point, DH manned up and walked with cane to board.
Air France premium economy left MUCH to be desired. Seats were hard as concrete (really). IFE was pretty much useless. Controls were in the armrest where the slightest movement would scramble IFE. Lights were on pod-like "feelers" and required a lot of adjustment. But hey, we were going to Paris, so the trip was to be endured.
Arriving at CDG, the wheelchair was waiting for DH (yay!!!). By the time we made our way through immigration and to baggage claim, we discovered our 2 checked bags had come out of the hold an hour apart. So I was delegated to find the missing bag, which I did -- just before it was being carted off to lost luggage. But we were in Paris and that was the goal. After a spirited discussion with the wheelchair lady, we were put into a Taxi Parisien as opposed to the "taxi" she had arranged inside the terminal while I was scurrying around getting the 2nd suitcase. 57 euros later (just what I had calculated) we arrived at our rental apartment. NOW, the vacation could really begin.
What little schedule we had was tossed completely. Friday we took care of the Museum Passes, stocked up on supplies and wandered around our neighborhood, which had changed quite a lot since we were last here in 2008. We made it until about 9:30 pm Paris time and crashed.
Saturday we woke up refreshed and ready to go. Lunch at the Musee du Vin (always our first lunch stop), then walked over to the Cite d'Architecture for the Art Deco exhibit. Great show, but people were packed in. Caught a taxi home, as DH was starting to struggle with walking. Got a yummy pizza at our neighborhood place which we like a lot.
Slept in a bit on Sunday. Breakfast was pain au chocolat (OMG, I'll be dreaming about that...) Made our way over to the American Church early evening for a free piano concert which was AWESOME!!! DH had chatted up the Music Director (a totally nice fellow originally from Seattle). He got a cab for us and off we went to Leon de Bruxelles, a treat for DH. We both enjoyed dinner (I had fish and of course DH had the mussels). A short cab ride brought us home.
Up today to a one-day taxi strike. DH's leg was feeling better to we figured out public trans to a la Petite Chaise, another one of our favorites. Yummy, yummy lunch (magret de canard for DH and salmon and scallops skewer for me). Turns out we were seated next to a couple from Los Angeles, so we had a pleasant time comparing trip notes and just talking.
DH was able to walk over to L'Orangerie and we sat and lovingly stared at the Monet Nymphaes for a long time, until it was time to go to the Cartier exhibit at the Grand Palais. Amazing, awesome, almost too much -- the jewels were indescribable and the other items interesting. Not quite as packed as the Art Deco exhibit because of timed entry tickets. Metro Line 1 brought us back to the neighborhood and we enjoyed pasta at our little place down the block.
We are now tired but happy. We are definitely not able to do as much as we planned, but we are really enjoying the things we are doing. We may actually take tomorrow off, just to rest, recuperate and get our "gas tanks" back to full.
We vowed that even though this trip was not going to be like our others that we would take pleasure in the things we are able to do. And we have done that. If we have to take taxis to get around, so be it ...
Taking the lemons, making lemonade and franchising lemonade stands worldwide ... LOL
I mean, we're in Paris, right?