I travel under the ocean and survive
The Eurostar to Paris is a whiz. It’s fast, smooth and easy.
I’ve invented the idea of a baby car. They put all the babies in one car, probably children under 12ish, no 22, in another. When you purchased a ticket they’d ask, “Baby or non-baby?” We had two of them in our car, I wonder if we were in the baby car, hmm. Neither of them liked riding on trains. I don’t know what other words she knew, but one of them knew “no” very well. Luckily, I always carry ear plugs.
We waited in line for half an hour for a taxi at Gare de Nord. Our driver got us to our Hotel through, what seemed, terrible traffic. Our room reservation was a little wrong, easily corrected with money.
The elevator to the fourth floor wasn’t large enough for two bags and two people so I started walking up the stairs. It got darker and darker, as I climbed, until I was completely blind, it was terribly funny, me stumbling up, my hands out, laughing.
I now know there is a light-switch, on the each floor, that turns the light on for some set time. I’ve seen it before, but I forgot. It’s very efficient. No reason to have a light in a stairwell that has no people in it, but we Americans are kind of dumb about this stuff.
We’ve had time for a fancy dinner, and a stroll to see the Eiffel Tower at night. Tomorrow, Le Louvre