Bound for Paris!

After a Great week in the south of France we left by train for Paris.

 

 

On our way to the train we stopped at a 'boutique' not really the type Maggie wants to shop at in Paris.

 

We left by way of Carcassonne, we drove there and dropped our rental cars and took a short train ride to Narbonne, a costal town where we could catch a train for Paris (first class of course), I'm trying to convince the kids that was better than first class flights.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A crazy side note:

 

Mike and I dropped off the rental cars after leaving the families at the train station in Carcassonne.  We took a cab from the rental return back to the train station and met the wives and kids in a café for breakfast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is us walking back to the train station, the black ford station wagon in the background is the same cab Mike and I took, he clearly he had been back to the airport and is dropping off another fare at the train.  Both Mike and I notice him because it is an unusual car in France.  Fast forward an hour and we are getting off the train in Narbonne and Mike realizes he can't find his wallet.  Not too much panic ensues but it's nowhere to be found.  As a last ditch effort he calls his sister who is taking a train, but much later in the day from the same station we had come from, he was hoping she would go to lost and found for the one in a million shot.

 

She was in a cab from the rental car return to the train station when he called.  As she is talking to him about a lost wallet the cabbie overhears, he lifts his hand from the drivers seat and he has the F%^&ing wallet!  Mike's sister happened to be in the same cab he lost his wallet in hours earlier, the same cab he and I walked by after we ate breakfast hours earlier... CRAZY!

 

 

 

So we were off to Paris, with all of our credit cards and ID.

 

 

 

 

The French will let anyone in first class.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We arrived in Paris and checked into Hotel Atmosphere.

 

  

 

 

 

After checking in to Hotel Atmosphere we walked over to the Notre Dame Cathedral.   Ahh, sweet Maggie and Ben. 

 

 

 

 

 

After drinks in a very cool bohemian bar we ended up in a restaurant on Rue de St. Germane.  Since we are in France, we are doing as the French do, Maggie does not like wine... 

 

 

 

 

But Finn on the other hand, he loves his drink.  It is a lemonade flavored, bottled drink called Pschitt.  Pronounced 'shit' by the French.  Endless humor here.  This takes like shit, I'll have another shit, there's more shit in the back; well you get it.  We thought we were hilarious. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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