Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Paris is Far Away!
It was now around 11 pm, LA time, so I “thought” that I should try and get some sleep; problem with that was that the babies on the plane decided that now was the perfect time to wake up. There were several across from us, so we played peekaboo and waved for awhile.
Thank God for a good sense of humor and the fact that I wasn’t pointing the flip top towards my face! What a mess!
Excitement over, turn off the lights, put in the ear plugs and try to sleep; Yes, I was too afraid to use the sleep meds! Lol Babies in front of us, beside us, and behind us begin their all night serenade.
Flying into Paris was a sea of green; it was remarkable, and interesting in the sense that it wasn’t all grids. There were forests and green fields with small towns interspersed; very pretty.
Norwegian rocked it and had a wheelchair waiting, thank goodness! The gentleman took us quite a distance to customs, where there was absolutely no wait; I was very grateful for the ride, because what was to come was quite a challenge! Lol
We found the train quite easily, and Joe bought us four metro tickets; not realizing we were leaving from a different airport. I had quite the time trying to sell the extra two, which were ten euros each, to other passengers. I think that the tourists thought we were trying to rip them off. Finally sold one to a “local” and the other to the guy that sat next to Joe one the plane.
That train ride was fairly easy to navigate and we got on the “B” line into Paris; a gentleman across from us offered to help us and he realized we were getting off at the same stop.We tried to chat with his broken English and were grateful for his help. It was about a 45 minute ride in which we saw bunches of cool old buildings, rock homes and TONs of graffiti!
The next little jaunt was not as pleasant and we could have easily gotten on the wrong train, as we had to change to the “6” Metro, which was down two flights of stairs, up two more, and then down another one; all lugging luggage! Lol Joe with the big suitcases and me with the little ones! What a site that must have been….but we did it!
We thought that since we were changing from the train to the Metro, that we needed a different ticket to get on, but could not find a ticket machine anywhere; this guy, from the other side of the turnstiles called Joe over and tried to sell him a ticket; this gal came running over and yelled at the guy to “get out of here” and told us to NEVER buy a ticket from anyone, he was trying to rip us off. The ticket we had was all of the way to the end of our line. She helped us through the gate with our luggage and showed us where to go; she was very kind and helpful.
Once on the correct platform, we literally squeezed onto the train, which was packed like sardines; and fortunately, we only had two stops and three staircases to go. The walk to our hotel was short, and we made it in one piece.
We hope to go there tomorrow night for desert, which he told us he would give us a discount because we tipped toooo much! $3euro, on a $48 euro bill. I know they don’t tip very much here, and he said that it was because his employees are paid a good wage, and they do not depend on tips like we do in the USA; he really was a bit uncomfortable, I believe.
We grabbed a few things from the market for the morning and Joe is already snoring, So I am hoping to sleep now, too.
Three in the afternoon in LA; Midnight here. Time for bed! It has been a LONG day!