Once the rain stopped we decided to pay a visit to the local supermarket to fill up our fridge. Nothing like keeping it fresh with delicious crusty bread, cheese, meat, tomatoes and wine of course. Our little balcony was the perfect spot to enjoy our dinner. Good food, good wine, good view.
With our tummies full we decided to go for a walk and soak up some of that French atmosphere. We walked down to the Seine and crossed one of the many bridges throughout Paris to the Isle of Citi. Here in it’s glory sits Notre Dame Cathedral. Day or night the square just in front is always busy with sight seers, hawkers and those just gathering for a chat. As night fell we watched as the Cathedral lit up against the black backdrop of the darkening sky.
What else do you do in Paris, the city of love, but walk hand in hand along the river Seine. Not quite the ambiance that we hoped for. Young men and woman lined the banks swigging straight from their wine bottles. Happily chatting with their boom boxes blaring their favourite music. But far worst was every time you walked under a bridge the stench of urine was enough to make your eyes water. Obviously they didn’t want to stray too far when they wanted to relieve themselves.
The romanticism returned once back on street level. The city lights reflections shimmering in the water, beautifully lit boats gliding up and down the river. This is the time when the buskers all come out and start playing … good or bad it didn’t matter, there was always music where ever you went.
Heading back over to the mainland we stolled around some of the little streets. They were a buzz with many restaurants and other types of night life. All cuisines were represented, Greek, Italian, Thai, all the different aromas tempting you as you walked past each establishment.
It was all good and we slept well that night.