12. A Final Week in Paris?


It was actually less than a week left (we thought) so we flew South through Holland – Utrecht, Breda, into Belgium, Antwerp, Gent (got horribly lost), into France and stopped at Roubaix – for JB.  The Paris to Roubaix race is a highlight of the cycling calendar – and he wanted to follow the route into Paris… It was Sunday – weddings at City Hall.

The Ghost of Weddings Past?  Not a brilliant photo – shot on full zoom from across the square – but look at the image in the doorway… not too obvious in this web compressed photo – but quite clear in the original… Weddings are spooky enough without this..!

We found La Peripherique (not difficult – it’s a ring road) – but finding the appropriate exit for our hotel was not.  Porte de Versailles was at the extreme far side of the city.  But we found it – finally – checked in, argued with the room staff, and then set out to retrieve JB’s bike – at David & Patricia’s hotel, just off Place de l’Opera, right in the heart of the city.  I’ve done some silly things in my life, but being a passenger in a car – with Carla reversing down Boulevarde des Capucines… Jeeez!  The next morning we took the Metro (!) into Place de la Concorde, and walked through the Jardin des Tuilleries to…


Musee du Louvre… and spent the entire day there…


Then a day in and around Montmartre – followed by a night in a Vietnamese Restaurant just off Place Pigalle… World Cup Final Night…

France was playing Italy – and we sat there – totally unmoved…

Next morning – Metro to the Eiffel Tower…


Stunning views – but problems with Gypsies – & graphiti artists…


It’s all right Mum – I had a firm hold on him…


I think her mind was wandering…

Just three tourists…

I’ve always had a thing about Paris rooftops – honest!

Notre Dame… and then shopping – for Our Lady…

I hate shopping centres – even Galleries LaFayette…


Only 7 days to go – and he’ll be joining them…

A day in Avenue des Champs Elysees…


It’s our last day together in Paris – the camera is tolerated…

I was leaving for Oz in the morning – Carla and JB were flying to Sweden for a week with Candice.  Carla would then return home – and JB would join his tour – riding behind Le Tour de France.  We had found a Restaurant we liked on ‘the Champs’ and went there for our farewell dinner… but left early – JB was complaining about stomach pains…


You have a serious wrenching pain WHERE?  Read on…

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