We had an early morning wake-up today, 5:30 to be exact, as we had to catch the Eurostar train to Paris, at 7:25. Our taxi arrived at 6:30 and we were off to the station. No traffic this morning, unlike last night when I returned from dropping the rental car off, so it took us no time at all to arrive. We walked in, and following the signs went to the correct floor for the "chunnel" train. Once our tickets were processed, we had to go through customs, where a very nice customs officer promptly broke the handle on one of our suitcases. I should have recognized the signs and protected myself better!
We had only a 10 minute warning for the arrival of the train from London, before we were allowed onto the platform, and only 1 lift. By the time we walked all the way to the very end of the platform where the door for car #1 would end up, the train was pulling up to the "gate". I was told there would be a luggage rack for larger items just inside the door, however, this was completely full. I had to leave my bacgs stacked in front of the door. Wonderful! When Jan got to our reserved seats, she found another couple sitting there, who had to then move. By this time the train was already moving out. And wow, does this train ever "move out"!!!
In 10 minutes, we were entering the tunnel, and approximately 17 minutes after that were pulling out onto French soil. A nice smooth ride, and you can actually feel the power of the engine. No idea how fast we were movin, but later on we were alongside a freeway and were passing traffic like it was standing still! We arrived at Paris in 2 hours, and after getting our luggage off the train, we were facing the daunting task of trying to make ourselves understood. I was supposed to phone the caretaker of the suite we have rented, but my phone again would not work. Funny how that happens over here.
The directions I had to get here were very explicit, so we were able to find the apartment, without too much trouble, but I was told that the house number would be 11, whereas we found the address as 11-15, and across the street the numbers were in the 20's already. A strange way of numbering, to say the least. I finally was able to contact the caretaker, and advise her we had arrived at the apartment and were waiting out front, not at the train station. So after another 1/2 hour of standing around, waiting, she finally showed up and let us in. She advised us that the cleaning lady would be coming my at 2:30 to clean the apartment after the last tenants, and would prefer us not to be here. So at 1:30, we left and explored our area. We walked about a mile I'm guessing, and found a nice restaurant, where the waitress spoke a bit of English to tell us exactly what the items were on the menu. We ordered 2 glasses of "white wine" and a seven up. We received 2 "red wine" and a Schweppes water. If you can believe this, the water was more expensive than the wine! After eating, we walked back to the apartment, shopping for groceries along the way, and arrived back at about 2:30, thinking, surely an hour would be enough to do what needs to be done.
Not so, as a few minutes later, a lady showed up , and speaking no English, while I spoke no French, she made it clear she was here to do the cleaning! Eventually, she went and got the caretaker, who advised us that she had said 3:30, not 2:30 for the cleaning, and could we go away for a while. So what could we do? We left and decided we'd go see the Eiffel tower. It was relatively easy to do, once we found the entrance to the Metro station around the corner (it was different than the escalator we had taken a few hours earlier when we arrived), and off we went, with one change of trains. If you know the station you want it's really easy as all the cars have multiple route maps, so you just need to know which direction to go and what station to get off at. I couldn't believe the wheels on one of our trains, so I just had to take a picture. Imagine rubber tired subway trains!!!
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Here we are having dinner near the tower and next to the metro line. The waiter kindly took our photo. And I forgot about this other picture. Jan had me take it on our arrival at the train station earlier this morning. It was only the first of many such sights we've seen so far!
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This is about when I found out my wallet was gone! I don't know how, I don't know when. It was with me at the restaurant at lunchtime, 'cause I used my card to pay, but when I went to pay for dionner....gone! fortunately, all my money was in my other pocket, so all that was in the wallet, were my credit cards and driver's licence. I sure hope when we go to rent our car in Germany later this week, they'll accept my International licence and a copy of my BCDL, which we had taken the trouble to make before we left Kelowna.
So the first duty was to cancel all my cards, which is easier said than done. The phone wouldn't work AGAIN! I had to go online to figure out the codes to use to call North America. I just managed to get through to MC when the phone beeped and I was advised I needed to 'top-up' my phone as I only had a minute left.
This is really starting to sound like a Soap Opera! It's a free call back to England for the sim card carrier, but in order to get a customer service clerk to "register" the phone before actually adding time to it, cost 60 pence. No problem, I have just enough, take that charge add the time, and I'm set....noooo, they need to know the phone number, which was on a card in, you guessed it, my wallet. No problem, take out the sim card, get the serial number off it, and they can use that, only, to do that I lose my connection, and have to call back. Another 60 pence charge, but now the phone has no time left, and because all the info I needed was on the lost card, I was told to call another number where they could help me, with only the sim card serial number available. At this point either it was past the time they were open (after 8:00 pm) or my phone was out of time, take your pick, but I couldn't make any more calls. Well not true exactly, I was able to call the caretaker lady and explain to her my problem, sort of, before the phone cut out. I neglected to mention, that there is no phone in the apartment, and hence no phone book. So I couldn't even search for a number or address for the "Orange" dealer nearest here.
A few minutes later I get a knock on the door, and it's a lady who doesn't speak English, but hands me a cell phone, to talk to the caretaker, who tries to figure out how to help me. I explained what my problem was, and that I needed to top-up my minutes. She said no problem, go with this lady and she will take you to the nearest dealer (at 8:30 pm???). Now understand, she speaks no English, I speak minimal French. I can say "Do you speak English" quite well, in French, and please and thank you. Anyway we go out, and she tries a few places that are either already closed or don't handle what I need. Finally at the 4th place we hit paydirt, sort of. I gathered from the conversation that it was not going well, so I asked the clerk if he spoke English, and he did, along with another customer, who showed me where I'd have to go on Sunday to get the phone looked after. While we were talking they mentioned a phone card (something which was also in my lost wallet) that I could use to make calls. It had a 100 minutes of free calling anywhere in the world for 7.50 Euros. I thought this is better that nothing, and I don't want to wait until Sunday to cancel my cards. I even got a deal as the clerk sold it to me for 6.00 Euros
I can use this at any phone booth, so I returned to the apartment, jotted down all the numbers for the cards, and phone numbers (from Jan's cards, and my other records, and made my calls to the card companies. At least I can rest easier now knowing that my cards, are protected. I 'm still a little concerned about the Driver's licence, but everything else is replaceable and of no real value. All in all, we had an exciting first day in Paris!
Hopefully the next 5 weeks will be a little less hectic. I don't think my heart can take any more! bye for now.