So where was I? Oh yeah... Paris.
So as I was saying, we left London St Pancras on this.
Since the beginning of the year, I've been taking french language classes at the Alliance Française once a week. So the Bear suggested we do a little side trip so I could stretch my very basic language skills.
Upon arriving in Paris I had taken exactly 1 term (9 lessons) worth of classes.
So I could say bonjour! au revoir! and 'Mon nom est l'Amazone aux Cheveux Rouges'.
However I found upon arriving in Paris and meeting our very enthusiastic Airbnb host Michel, that I could nod, smile and say, 'D'accord!' but all the other words dribbled out of my brain.
His lovely wife Annie left a cute note that I thought was to welcome us and mentioned crochet!! 😀
Now two more terms of french language lessons later, there's mention of petite triangles and excessive des rideaux (????) and I hope to figure it out by the end of the year. 😕
Marche aux Puces de la Porte de Vanves which is a super long and delightful streetside flea market at the southern edge of the 14th arrondissement. Do you want the most flea marketiest market you've ever seen?
This is it.
My favourite find were these little things. They are called 'feves'.
The person who finds the fève or figurine in their piece of cake is crowned king or queen for the day. Like hiding a sixpence in the Christmas pud. I picked out a generous handful for 10 euros.
This flea market is filled with clothing, gorgeous vintage furniture, statues, paintings, an enormous range of pop culture gems such as vintage comics, records, band tees. I think we only covered a small section before vendors began closing for the day.
So we visited flea markets, caught lots of trains...
I'm convinced these creepy green dudes started the whole 'zombie apocalypse' mythology.
Hello beautiful friend.
She dominates the Paris skyline. On day 4 we decided it was time to visit la Tour Eiffel.
And it is, but...
We also managed to cover one wing of the Louvre. And if you've been there, you'll know how much of an achievement that is.
Most days after walking all of the kilometres, we would catch the train back towards our little flat far to the north west in Cormeilles-en-Parisis and stop by the Aldi to replenish our cheese supplies and grab a baguette from the local boulangerie.
A few final of my favourite images...