Cathédrale Notre Dame de Paris
Saturday - day 8 (continued)
Our time in Paris was winding down, but we still had time to visit one more area. We returned to the Metro, took the subway to the Île de la Cité and walked a couple of blocks to Notre Dame. There was a long line waiting to enter the church, but it moved fairly quickly.
Notre Dame does permit photos and I enjoyed revisiting the lovely old cathedral.
From Notre Dame, we crossed over the bridge to the Latin Quarter and followed just a little of the Left Bank before spotting Shakespeare and Company. Aimee fell in love with the English language bookstore that is named for the store which was once frequented by American & British expatriate writers such as Ernest Hemingway. I am sure she will return to Shakespeare and Co. another day to spend more time browsing.
We went on into the Latin Quarter until we found a bakery where we purchased fresh bread. Returning to the bank of the Seine River, we split the bread along with the wine and cheese which Aimee had brought with her from the Franche-Comté region. It began lightly raining, but it couldn't dampen our spirits and I found myself raising the bottle in a toast to a passing boat.
I particularly liked the smooth, organic cheese - Juraflore
by Fort des Rousses.
Time was running out and we hated to say goodbye, but we walked back to the Metro station where we exchanged quick hugs and hurried back to the Hotel Brighton to pick up our luggage.
We were now running a little bit late and and it seemed like everything was going slow. With my hands full of luggage, I had a hard time going through the turnstile at the Metro Station. By the time we boarded the subway car I was feeling harried and a little out of control.
A woman riding next to me warned me when a pickpocket (whom I never saw) unzipped one of the pockets on my backpack. I was lucky, he had unzipped the one with large long objects that couldn't easily be removed. If it had been the next pocket down, I would have lost my camera.
I moved the pack around in front of me and we made it the rest of the way to Gare du Nord on time and with no more adventures.
With it being Saturday night of a holiday weekend, the train back to London was barely occupied and we almost had a car to ourselves. We bought some food on the Eurostar, but the options were very limited - snacks and a few sandwiches. My low carb option was yet another cheese plate.
Getting back to London and being greeted in English felt like coming home.
copyright 2010 by Keith Stokes.