Arrival Day

We’re finally here in Paris. After 24 hour trip via Doha we were met by Phillipe who was recommended by Cecile, the owner of the apartment. Phillipe whisked us away from the airport and kept us awake with his questions about Australia and his vast knowledge of our politics and Rugby. 

It’s been a beautiful sunny afternoon so after settling in to the apartment, which is just as perfect as I thought it would be, and having a much needed shower, we went for a long walk around the Marais area then over to Isle St Louis where we sat and had a few wines and people watched. 

In Paris they pack you into the restaurants like sardines, especially on a lovely afternoon when everyone wants to sit outside. I was seated next to 2 very well dressed, white haired French ladies who were huddled together having Berthillon glacier (ice cream) and chattering away, I couldn’t help listening to their beautiful French. I kept stealing a sneaky glance at them (not hard as I was almost on one of their laps) and noticed their impeccable makeup, one of them even wore purple mascara!. I wish I was bold enough to ask for a photo. They both said a polite au revoir as we left and I wanted to hug them.