Trip Start Jun 23, 2012
20Trip End Jul 14, 2012
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Emerging from the metro and turning around the odd street, we found ourselves on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées amid the bustling shoppers and glamorous storefronts (though unfortunately being splattered by the odd few drops of rain). With the Arc de Triomphe rising up on one side (a lot bigger than expected) we went off in the opposite direction and did some window shopping (though definitely not buying), we popped into the Renault store to check out Webber's F1 car and the zippy new electric city car prototypes, and wandered across numerous crossing to get a shot of the Arc down the street (having to drag Shenae off the road before she was cleaned up by a bus or car)
Back on the street, we stopped at a restaurant and had the most French meal one could probably imagine - the snails to start, a French duck steak with pepper sauce and a wine to accompany, and an espresso coffee to finish that off. We sat in the little restaurant for a time and enjoyed the decorative surrounds as we did a little brushing up on our practically nonexistent French.
After that we took the metro to the next station to go and see the Eiffel tower a little closer up.
After grabbing an Ice cream on the wharf we walked underneath the tower itself (weaving through the longest queue one could imagine to climb the tower - one of the lifts was broken) and headed off into a park. We added a bit of greenery to our photos and had a gander at some buildings and fountains of note a little further down. With the weather starting to hint at a nice turn, we stopped at a cafe for a beer in the afternoon/night sun (which had finally emerged from behind the clouds). Becoming naturalised, we sat in a line facing the street and drank our drinks as we watched the flow of pedestrians pass us by. Realising we needed to meet Blake's girlfriend Corinne at the station, we popped on the metro again where and headed back to the apartment, leaving him to find her in the crowd. They showed up shortly after with bags of food - as it was unlikely to find a restaurant open on a Sunday after 9pm, whipping up a traditional French meal in the apartment seemed like the best bet. Assisted by her experience with wine (doing a Master's in the area) we drank a delicious drop and ate a home cooked French meal in the 'proper' order: pâté and baguette, the meal, fromage on baguette, yogurt, water. Before calling it a night we did some quick research and made some plans for the next day (weather permitting).