I’ve met up with my friend Margaret in Paris for 3 days. We’re staying at the Hotel Andrea Rivoli in the Marais, right on the Rue de Rivoli but tucked up a quiet side street.
This is a great little hotel – I’ve stayed here several times over the years. I have a tiny room built around the old central staircase with a typical Parisian view:
For 82 euros a night, it’s fine. We dumped the bags and went out for a glass of wine.
Following the sound of music, we arrived at the Pompidou Centre where a brass band was playing – not the old-fashioned sort of oompah brass band – this lot were playing Lady Gaga and dancing around at the same time. Then headed to Le Grizzli on the rue St Martin for dinner – duck breast with maple syrup and pear poached in red wine, followed by salted caramel ice cream from Alberto Gelati.
Spent the rest of the evening wandering around like a tourist – over to the Hotel de Ville, Notre Dame and a bit of getting lost over on the left bank.
I learned a lesson today though: don’t try and drag 20kg 0f luggage through the metro in the middle of summer. Not fun.