Today is our last day in Switzerland and we are heading back to Paris for a night before going on to Normandy in the morning.
One for the road!
We arrived back in Paris in the early evening and the girls wasted no time in getting reaquainted with our crummy and small Hotel Le Globe room.
Terelle: Let's see if we can electrocute someone?
Kara: Mmmmm..yeah..chomp chomp..
The girls hatching an evil plot...
This is the extremely blur but helpful hotel owner, who was mesmerised by the two girls and kept plying them with croissants and biscuits. Terelle was terrified of him though, probably because he looked like a witch and he acted like a maniac everytime he saw them.
Err Terelle? Save me pls?
Using my smattering of French, i managed to get him to reimburse us tickets to the boat ride which he promised us in the first place, when he sold us the Paris passes the week before. Because we were unable to book our accomodation for Normandy when we were in Switzerland, our dear Monsieur Phillipe kindly helped us find a cottage for the next 3 days that we were going to be there.We were skeptical though after the boat ride fiasco, and crossed our fingers, hoping that the cottage would be all that he promised.
I forgot to mention that the French take a looooong time to get things done, because when its done, it has to be perfect. Just a simple task of folding an invoice into a rectangle takes a whole minute, cos each edge has to be perfectly aligned with the other. *faint*
So by the time Monsieur Phillipe had the cottage reserved for us, it was almost 830pm and i was exhausted from breathing 2nd hand smoke and standing at the reception for the past hour. I tried telling him a couple of times that perhaps we could get the details from him after we came back from the boat ride, but he would have none of that. Or maybe it was because of my shaky French, he didnt understand a word that i was saying.
Nonetheless, as soon as he was done spraying saliva into my face, we quickly rushed to the base of the Eiffel Tower to catch the last boat ride at 930pm.
The Eiffel Tower by night...these pictures definitely do not do justice to it!
All of us aboard the Bateaux Parisian, whose promised English commentary we didnt understand a word of, because the guy delivering it had a really thick French accent.
We were just content to take in the shimmering lights and try to identify as many of the monuments as possible.
While Terelle was busy running about the boat exploring every nook and cranny, we took the chance to sneak out to the back to enjoy some couple time.
Still clutching the biscuit that was given to her by Monsieur Phillipe an hour ago...
The parisian lights
The boat ride was over in an hour and we were conned into buying a souvenir photo of ourselves. Hubby couldnt resist cos it was very well taken, no matter the 10Euro price tag!
Tired souls on the metro ride home
We had another mini celebration for Evon that night, and we managed to rustle up a mini strawberry tart from her favourite patisserie downstairs. And because we missed dinner, the day was rounded off by piping hot cup noodles. Although they were overpriced and had little more than a few strands of vegetables, it was definitely a luxury we missed terribly!
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