Our tour of Paris began immediately after we stepped off the plane. I was so stiff from being crammed into a little seat that I got charlie horses in the back of my legs. Not fun when you’re struck while crossing a busy Parisian street. Linda took me to a little restaurant called Le Petite Pont so I could eat properly and fill up on water and potassuim. We missed the tour of Notre Dame…but the group was gracious enough to wait while we quickly walked through.
Paris was unusually hot….88 degrees on the first day. I wasn’t impressed by the welcome we received from the French and by day 2 I was really frustrated that the French just don’t smile.
All the tourist sites were as wonderful as I thought…and I liked Paris a whole lot more than I thought I would.
