My mother met me in Paris on December 26 for a two week European trip. After six months in Asia, I was looking forward to some museums, great bread and rich desserts. After a very pleasant trip to Paris on Gulf Air (which had a chef on board for business class, and great service), I had an eventful arrival on Christmas Day – on the train into the city, a kid grabbed my backpack and made a run for it at one of the stations. Fortunately, he hit a patch of ice, fell down and crashed into a light pole. I was able to grab my bag, fend off his punches and get back on the train. I was so lucky not only that he slipped but also that the train didn’t leave with my other suitcase. The other passengers had watched the drama unfold, and applauded when I got back on.
We had a few days in Paris first – filled with museums (I adore the Musee D’Orsay), great meals and long walks. The weather was chilly (a nice change from Asia’s heat and humidity), but mostly sunny. Despite my unpleasant experience on the train, I do still love Paris.
One of millions (billions?) of photos of the Tour Eiffel:
The city of love, with condoms for sale in the metro:
There always seemed to be someone playing music in the metro. This time it was a small orchestra:
Oh to be five again and believe in Santa Claus:
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