Unlike the beginning of the novel it was the best of times over the past week. After a smooth flight from DTW we landed in Paris to sunny skies and mild temperatures. After clearing immigration and a white knuckle ride in to Paris (by private shuttle) we arrived at our hotel on the edge of the university district on a narrow side street. Since we couldn't get in our room we stashed the bags and headed off to see some of the city. I will admit I stuck close to those of our group who thought they knew their way around since I didn't have a clue. I tried dropping bread crumbs as way of leaving a trail, but didn't count all the pigeons. You can ask the Nurse what we saw. All I'll say we walked what seemed forever saw a lot of old buildings, a big park, lots of people, and cafes which they wouldn't let me stop at. We finally took a break some where around the Sorbonne for lunch at a nice little spot where I could people watch. After a nice break it was time to try to find our hotel. Surprisingly we made it back without asking for directions.
My thoughts on the accommodations are mixed. Great staff, completely modernized, but our room was made for a Hobbit. How they squeezed a king size bed in was an engineering miracle. The bathroom was about the size of a closet. Not surprisingly I found it difficult to sleep most nights since I thought the wall on my side of the bed was closing in (about a foot away from the bed). The breakfast provided was very good. Too bad I can't have it served to me like that everyday.
I'll let this serve as Chapter1 to my tale and write Chapter 2 tomorrow.
CC
PS - Being the holiday weekend we are trying normalize ourselves as quick as possible and plan to hit the links this afternoon. Hope the jet lag doesn't kick in too quickly.
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