It wasn't until about 3 hours into the flight that I realized that I'm too old to fly coach on longer flights. The leg room has shrunk. My legs have not grown. We survived.
We got in at 11 am local time and splurged on a cab to the apartment. (I should explain now that the keyboard layout is different in France so expect some q's for a's.)
The apartment is as expected based on the website photos, although the bed is not a queen and the bedroom is very small. It is however a classic French apartment with high ceilings, a herringbone hardwood floor and floor to ceiling windows. From one we can see the back courtyard and from the other we can see Luxembourg Gardens that are across the street and the Eiffel Tour in the distance -- very nice at night when the lights are on.
Electronics do make life easier but not in a foreign country. The stove, the cooktop, the microwave and the combo washer/dryer are all in French or just have cryptic little icons. So, when we get back and all our clothes are too tight we'll blame it on the dryer, not the French food. Sounds good, eh? Then there's also the TV, DVD player, CD player and the cable box -- each with it's own remote.
Today was devoted to public transportation orientation. It went pretty well. We bought our 30-day metro/bus passes and took the Metro, which is pretty easy, especially when you have no set destination. So OK, we just went somewhere that we could find. We also tried the buses and got a bit off course. When you don't know the streets, it's hard to tell when you're at your stop. People are helpful when we ask for directions although we can't follow much too of what they're saying. But hey, we did manage to go to Notre Dame and stroll a bit of the Champs Elysées (please note that I found that accent mark).
The weather was nice but I could only tell you the temp in Celcius. -E.
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