This morning was quite sombre; rain last night and grey, cloudy skies added to the end-of-a-great-holiday feeling.
After breakfast, we wandered over for a look at the Place des Vosges just as Dominique Strauss Kahn arrived back from the USA, so it was a riot of television cameras and paparazzi.
Came back to check out of the hotel and had a quick last coffee in Le Grizzli.
Headed off to the Gare de Lyon to meet Neil off the TGV from Geneva. Decided to have a final lunch before going our separate ways – Margaret back home to Scotland, us to La Rochelle on the Atlantic coast.
Le Train Bleu (the name of the train from Paris to the Cote d’Azur) is a famous restaurant situated above the platforms in the station. It’s a wondrous piece of French, completely over the top, bonkersville Belle Epoque fabulousness. We had a superb lunch of a warm smoked salmon terrine with fennel, cucumber & chives – Neil chose the pistachio sausage baked in a brioche. And of course we had a healthy amount of decent rosé wine.The recurring theme throughout our Paris break has been ‘things can’t get any better’. But they started off brilliantly and just kept getting better – and the Le Train Bleu lunch topped off the whole experience.A big thanks to Neil for indulging Margaret and me – he bravely gave us the choice of Le Train Bleu or the rather grim brasserie downstairs when he knew the havoc that could be wreaked with his sporran. Havoc was duly wreaked, but he bore it well.
Margaret and I had a fantastic time. Paris had on it’s best dress for our stay – even the Parisians seemed a lot less surly and obnoxious – we had only 2 Franco-Scottish international incidents over 4 days which must be a record :).
Sad to say goodbye but will definately do something similar next year – already looking forward to it.