Between three of us on two planes making our way from New York to Paris, I think we may have managed to clock in a cummulative five hours of sleep. So our first day in Paris has been bleary eyed and fatigure- and jetlag-fighting. But we’ve endured, getting out for something to eat (first time was a picnic-styled snack on the banks of the Seine; second time we got lucky at a creperie — as you can imagine a sleepy, unsettled thre-year-old has been a little standoffish on many fronts.)
We’ve been hopping on and off the Batobus, a riverboat version of the hop-on-hop-off tourist bus and potentially a good alternate transport option ahead of tomorrow’s planned strike over the increase of retirement age, and this afternoon we even made it to the front of the Notre Dame.
I’ve been faire des course-ing, stocked up on food basics at Monoprix, and discovered an excellent bookshop with a wonderland of children’s books in the Latin Quarter. Most proudly, I’ve actually been approached for help by French-speakers and managed to successfully deliver it in French! (Promise. Personally witnessed woman searching for the metro get down the stairs and two others get into a taxi after they couldn’t work out how to hail one.)
And finally, am posting this from the cute courtyard of our must-be-recommended hotel. Believe it or not, the Holiday Inn Notre Dame has a boutiquey feel, modern conveniences, fabulous location, for a good price. Formidable!