On arrival at the Louvre there is half a foot of snow on the ground and a queue two hundred deep to get in. We realise we have made a mistake and head back to the coach with our tale between ours legs and rejoin the tour.
Lucikly we did as the next stop was Montmartre and this area was beautiful. The view from the Sacre Couer was amazing. Although Paul was charged 7 euros for a coffee at a local cafe.
We skipped out on the group meal and went to a lovely little Italian restaurant. It was very nice.
We finished the day with a lovely river cruise down the Seine. Strangely the boat tour was arranged after dinner. Quite a few of my fellow passengers were quite drunk from dinner and smuggled out wine from the restaurant. As a non drinker it was quite entertaining to listen to their rambling life stories and past indiscretions.
The next morning we were all ready on the coach ready to go to Versaile before heading home. Two of our fellow passengers delayed us as they were still asleep at our scheduled departure time. The manager of the hotel had to enter the room and wake them up. They looked mortified when they got on the coached and very hungover. It was apparent they had not had time for a wash in the rush.
At Versaille we looked around the grounds of Marie Antoinettes chateau. It was stunning. We then went to the local market where I was horrified to find fresh lobsters waiting to be boiled alive and skinned rabbits. I was not pleased.
It was still bitterly cold and I was put off french cuisine after the horrors of the market, so we went to mcdonalds. Funnily enough at least 20 other members of the coach party where holed up in there too. we must of all had the same idea.
Once on the coach we started our journey back to Blighty and to turning the big 30 the next day.
In reflection I loved Paris and definitely want to return one day. In the SUMMER and not when there is snow and ice.
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