Friday morning we pack up and go out for café and croissant, then go to the airport. Our bags aren’t overweight (we had a total of 43 kilos, which we’d paid for–we each had 21.5 kilos in our suitcase) so our EasyJet check-in is smooth. Of course my carry on is heavy. It is Good Friday, so perhaps the airport is less busy than usual, and the travel crowd seems a little odd.
Navigating CDG (Charles De Gaulle) is easier than it has ever been. We actually get a jetway; I don’t think I’ve ever flown here without having to do a bus to the terminal. It takes only a few minutes to realize it is cold here. About 45 degrees, which will end up being about as warm as it ever gets while we are here. We get a taxi into Paris, which takes an hour. I am now living off that croissant I had in Barcelona, so I am very grateful not to be taking public transportation. We arrive, finally, at our hotel. It is directly across the street from Juveniles, which is just a couple doors down from the apartment building we stayed in in 2004. We found this a perfect neighborhood for us because, well, it feels like a neighborhood. It looks like the area has prospered. We unpack then go out to find something to eat. It is about 3 pm.
Mitch finds Willi’s Bar around the corner and down the street. We have a lovely glass of red and share the cheese platter. By the time we leave it feels really cold. We have a brisk tour of the other side of the neighborhood then retire to our room.
We decide to go to Dave–12 Rue de Richelieu, we are at 50–just down the street because Juveniles can’t take us until Saturday. Dave is Vietnamese/Chinese. The proprietor/front of the house? is a hoot–kind of a Parisien Hippie Vietnamese. There is no menu. He tells you what he has and you can choose. We have a delicious meal of Vietnamese egg rolls, steamed wontons (4 kinds), lemon chicken, duck, salt & pepper shrimp and rice. Two glasses of wine, each. Our host tells Mitch he looks very European–and me that I look like everywhere. He is quite taken with my red hair, sweater and shawl in his dark, red restaurant.
While unpacking I am struck by how little knitting I’ve done. I got one sock done, but really planned to do more, so I cast on the second one and begin being a little more focused on getting this one done. It is a fraternal twin to the other one. I’m getting pretty adept at knitting and using my Nook together.