Jamie and Scott Go Francing with Bruce and Myra: Part 4

Tuesday, Sept 16, 2008

Stomach issues seem to be resolved today, although I am still a bit scared to sneeze. With all the walking we've been doing, Jamie and I have been sleeping really well, which is a change for us in Paris.

First thing this morning, after the cheapest breakfast so fat at 4.30 euros (what a deal) we took a look around the market at the bottom of Rue Monge (finally open!). Next was a quick Metro ride over to the Eiffel Tower for dad and I to go up to the op. Mom and Jamie went for a coffee at the Trocadero where they were hassled by a platoon of Jingle/Jangle men.

The queues at the tower were long - one at the bottom just to get up and then another on the 2nd level to get up to the top. Dad had fun yelling at some Spanish queue jumpers. (go Bruce go!). All else being equal, the Eiffel Tower is really tall. Once we finally go tto the top we spent some time taking in the view and taking some photos before heading down to meet Jamie and mom.

We all got back on the open top bus and headed towards Montmartr, getting as for as Place de la Concorde before we hit mayhem! A very small car managed to get wedged between our bus and another bus besde us and it wasnt pretty. Although I suspect not uncommon around the area.

we finnaly made it to the base of the funicular to Montmartre where we ditched dad - he was the last of our group to try to get on and got stuck at the barrier. Then the funicular broke and dad had to wait for a good 15 mins. He was not happy.

We found an odd little restaurant at the top for lunch where I had an excellent toasted chicken. Everyone else's meal was mediocre.

After lunch we walked back down the hill and took the Metro back to St Michel and then walked up to the Hotel finally I bought my Opinel knife on the way.

We all wandered to L'Autre Bistro for a bottle of wine (or two) and dad went back to the hotel for his nap. And then the three of us stayed to watch the high drama of a VERY minor street accident which involved a scratch to a scooter, a slightly dinged car, a dozen wildly gesticulating frenchmen, and a platoon of mustachioed gendarmes. Almost an hour and a half later they were still there....

And our pics from Paris: