Day 4- The Chunnel and Paris

We woke up and got on the Chunnel.

This train was pretty, pretty good. Evie fell asleep immediately. Mick told me to hold off going to the bathroom when we were under the channel and wait until we got into France. I agreed but I am not sure why. It just seemed like good advice. Kids gave it 5/5 stars. I give it 4 because the views from the train were just ok under the Channel.

When we got to Paris, I took a nap and Mick and the kids went out to get Gelatto. Then they walked to the Place de la Concorde, which was a couple of miles from the hotel. I got in an Uber to meet them there. Driving around London in an Uber or Taxi was crazy, but Paris is another thing altogether.

My Uber driver in Paris drove really fast, and at one point there was a French lady on a bicycle that was stopped and blocking our lane. Instead of honking, he just fucking hit her with his car. It was between a mild and a medium vehicular assault. She turned around and started yelling French swear words at him, but he didn’t respond, and just hit her with the car again. She grabbed her bike and carried it to the side walk and he kept driving. I’ve never seen anything quite like that.

This was where he dropped me off. If you squint you can see the Eiffel Tower. We had an uneventful dinner and then swung by the Louvre but there were no tickets available.

So yeah, we didn’t see the Mona Lisa, but we don’t like lines or tickets, so whatever. We took a cab back to The Marriott Opera Ambassador, and the kids went upstairs while Mick and I went to the hotel bar.

We were on our second drink when Mick got quiet for a minute and then said, “This hotel design is offensively horrible.” I said “Why? Supposedly they designed it using Opera National de Paris as inspiration.” She said, “Total bullshit. You don’t mix bentwood cane chairs with mid century modern couches. Disgusting. Did they buy this shit furniture from a French thrift shop? Some designer probably thought that Americans would not know the difference and not give a shit. It’s absolutely terrible.” I didn’t take any pictures of the furniture because I didn’t know what she was talking about.