So after we checked out of the hotel on Day-two-Paris after the sneaky sneaky sneaky little frenchman tried to charge us for our toast-free breakfast twice...We contemplated our plan of attack... with a seriously euro free wallet after the day before... and tired feet from the night time, we decided a hop on hop off tour was the way to go.
Yet again the sneaky sneaky sneaky little frenchmen tried to diddle us, by only giving us one ticket when we paid for two... we then had to argue with the bus driver who's only English seemed to be... "you lost". No my wee friend... YOU Lost!! Eventually persistence paid off yet again and he gave us another ticket. We perched ourselves on the somewhat sunny open top section and took in the sights of gay Paris!!
Some of my fave pics below....
We took advantage of the "Hop-Off" bit at Monte Marte.... which was my favourite part of Paris! The view back towards the city was simply stunning and the bustling market place with the paintings and little restuarants just had the loveliest atmosphere. Sadly the toilets left more than a little to be desired and I have seriously never smelled such a stink in my life.... and I've dealt with some pretty serious horse poo in my time!!
Pics from Monte Marte....
We found the cutest little restuarant to have lunch where we had REAL french baguettes and FRENCH fries... so cool... all served by our little french waiter in his little berret... yes it was all so cute!!
We headed back down these steps....
Only to be chased down by these scary black men trying to force these little pices of string onto our wrists.... one in particular was a little too amorous grabbing my arm and yelling after me how enamoured he was with my "Booty"!! Eeeeekkkkk......We chased down the bus to "Hop-On" and make our way back to central Paris to pick up our bags and get back on the Eurostar to head back to London.... but the sneaky sneaky sneaky little Frenchmen weren't finished with us just yet!!
As we picked up Emma's suitcase, the handle practically disintegrated in her hands.... as she pointed this out to the valet, his ever helpful response was "You Carry". Despite wanting to scream .... "NO...you broke it .... YOU carry" at him, we eventually coerced him into temporarily fixing it with a bus load of Gaffa tape!! With this we said "au reviour" to our little "one night in Paris" holiday...
1 comment:
Great write up Bibs! However, somewhat pedantically, I just have to point out (yet again!) that the toilets at Monte Marte are actually 'quality' as compared to most public toilet facilities in the big bad world! Stink and 'toilet Nazis' are a fact of life in Europe... but if anyone out there wants a really 'interesting' toilet experience, I recommend the following places: Egypt, Indonesia, Ecuador...
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