Yes, two posts in as many minutes, but when its only 50p for an hour on the Net in slightly dubious London net cafe, there is always more stuff to put up for complete strangers in cyber world to gawk at....
So- gay Paris was v.nice, sidekick and I had lots of lovely food at slightly-pricey Parisian cafes served by slightly cranky (or is that sophisticated?) young female waitressers. Wine was very drinkable and ended up being able to finish quite a few bottles of lovely red french plonk without too much trouble at all. Almost put paid to sidekick's repeated comments of myself being a total lightweight in alcohol stakes.. Thankyou Paris!
We completely knackered ourselves doing-all-the-must-see-touristy things in too few days- Louvre tops, Eiffel Tower pretty tops but the top of Notre Dame was most toppest (?). Only problem was the continual queues for each said attraction. Got to the point where sidekick and I joined any queue we could see- most were for touristy things, some just for the toilet...
After Paris, had few days in seaside town of St Malo in Brittany- v. quaint and nautical. Stayed at lovely b and b where our complete lack of French become a farce. Lots of hand signals and occasional short mimes ensued between us and B'B host (the lovely Sandrie, who drove us everywhere when she didn't know enough English to tell us how to get somewhere on the bus.....).
Only incident to mar our French experience was getting severely lost on the Paris Metro on return from St Malo. Another farcial incident involving sidekick, myself and fast-closing train doors which left both of us on different sides. Both of us were left to wander tube stations for next two hours as we continually missed each other. Finally, distraught and with visions of having to tell sidekick's mother that I lost her son in Paris, we both found each other at the airport- sidekick nonplussed and myself, massive hysterical mass of tears.
Alls well that ends well....
