Paris the city of scary driving

Now most people think of Paris as being the city of love. My enduring memory of Paris will be the driving. I’m really not sure how the system works, it seems like organised chaos. They have no lanes and what seems to be a death wish. I’m sure everyone has heard of the arc de triomphe and it’s roundabout? Basically a huge round about that could have about 4 lanes (no marked lanes) and 8 exits. Now here is the kicker.. Those entering the round about have right of way. Try doing that in a bus so everyone can see the thing.

Now that’s out of the way I’ll tell you every boring detail of the last few days of our lives. In London we stayed at the Clink 78 hostel.. Which very sadly was a reasonably awful place to stay, but it was only one night and was much better than sleeping on the roadside. We got up bright and early and had breakfast with the rest of the tour goers and hopped on our bus bound for Dover then Calais. It reminded me of first year at uni where you all walk into your hostel and have to try and meet people.

We safely made it to Calais and hopped on our real coach and headed for Paris. The accommodation is much better in Paris and I’ve even been allowed to share a room with Mystery DIY Man. Last night we had a French dinner at the accommodation which was OK, was good to get to know a few people. We then went out on a bus trip around the sights (Sacre Coeur, Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe and quite a few other things). Meant that today we had some idea of what to go see. After breakfast we headed off to the Lourve in the pouring rain. We queued for quite a while but got in to see everything. The place is massive but we did get to see the big things people know of (Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo etc).¬† After a few hours there we headed to Notre Dame which is amazing. We then walked back to the Louvre, walked up the Champs Elysee and went on a river cruise up and down the Seine. Cruise was good and we learned a few things we didn’t know. We then headed to the military¬† museum and Napolean’s tomb. Man, that quite a coffin. By this stage it was time for our picnic so we raced off in that direction.

After the picnic we thought it would be a grand idea to climb the Eiffel tower.. So off we went (my legs were already killing me). 670 steps later I should have very well defined calves and hopefully a good photo or two. I’m now exhausted so I think it might be bed time. Switzerland tomorrow.


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