Getting over lessons being learnt
28.08.2016 - 03.10.2016 26 °C
Hope all is well with you all
So our adventures started with doing our Laundry. Who'da thunk it to travel all this way to do washing. But has to be done. So off to the Lavarie we go. On arrival, "Ferme" with a sign advising 12:00 opening. Fortunately a young lady was in discussion with some shady looking character and it seemed she too was looking for the Laundry. So stalking became the name of the game. We managed to keep up with her and struck up a conversation. Found the Lavarie and the the next dilemma started. How to use the machines. Seems everything is controlled from a wall panel, including detergent, dryers and change. But the directions were just a touch hazy at best. Clearly, this situation is not unheard of and the next thing, this lady is showing us how to use all the machines along with another Aussie, who also knew what he was doing. Turned out to be one of the highlights of the trip. The woman was an American lawyer working in Paris. Very interesting to talk to. The Aussie was from Melbourne and we met more Americans who didn't know the ropes but we showed them and also met some Parisians who were also helpful and friendly.
After seeing to all the domestics, it was off to the Ferries and get around to see some sights. Show our tickets, and Non! Can't use these but if you pay 38:00e you can cruise until 21:30. Funnily enough, that ripped off feeling again returned. I might add, it's not clearly indicated when, where or anything else to provide just a little direction!! Those lessons continue to be learned!!!
Anyway, we hopped on board after paying the money! Really CBF'd arguing about it, and went to Petit Palais. Beautiful paintings and sculptures. Spent a couple of hours there. Had lunch, then off to Notre Dame
Notre Dame is truly gob smackingly beautiful. Can't believe it took so long to build and they are still adding to this beauty to this very day. I'm not a religious person, but I truly appreciate the devotion people might have for their religion and build such beautiful works of art so they may pray or other religious reasons. The devotion is truly awesome!!
We went back to Cafe St Germain. The previous night we'd had dinner there and sat next to another Aussie couple. Paris is virtually crawling with Aussies. Everywhere you go, you hear the accent and don't know whether to run and hide or bite the bullet and introduce ourselves. In this instance we got along well. Our waiter was as cheeky as and started to give us heaps. So in true Aussie style, we did what any red blooded Aussie would do, and dished it all back to him. He was such a laugh and every chance he could, he'd pull the P*ss out of one of us! He got a good tip that night. Probably his strategy to survive there. That was where I had that absolutely wicked dessert. I really need to work all of this off soon.
Not much to say today. We had to pack and book out, so it was off around town near the hotel then into a taxi to find where the boat leaves from.
Was about to dial up Uber for transport and went out front of the Hotel. Just as another couple were arriving in a Taxi which had lots of carrying capacity. So quick discussion with the driver, grab Ron and baggage and off to Port De Javel.
Well the first issue was whereabouts the boat left from. We finished up near a Cement factory, which forgive me if I'm wrong, but I don't think a cruise would leave from there. Thankfully, Chrissie (bless her little cotton socks) sent me an email with the address, but also a link to a map. The driver grabbed my phone, hit the link and there we were. About 1 kilometre from where we were supposed to be. Nek munnit, he hit another feature on the phone and it began to give him directions. Oh bless modern technology (in this instance) and we found where the boat was docked but not very clearly marked. I could see the boat, but it was docked behind some other boats and small bars, as in drinking bars, dispersed in between. So anyway, he left us there (with a good tip I might add) and then it was where to find how to get on board from there.
So, have bags, Ron and tickets!! OMFG!!! Tickets!! couldn't find the darned things. Then had an apostrophe and realised I didn't recall seeing tickets for the cruise whilst I was busy scanning and saving it all to the cloud!! Found the booklet with reference number and walked around to where I discovered parking and people waiting to check us in. Crisis averted. So back to fetch Ron and Luggage and walk it all to the boat. From there, neither of us were allowed to touch the luggage because these big burly fellas took it all on board and straight to the room. Such service!! When I did go to start walking my baggage on board, I had this person with a horrified expression on his face telling me "no, no sir!!! We will do it. Relax. You're on holidays!!" Magic to my ears.
Anyway. All on board. Unpacked and waiting to take off for our adventure. Piccies to follow soon.
Bryan and Ron