Which means photos would really add to this tale. The problem is that I am typing on an iTouch iPod that has WiFi capability, but I have no way to connect my camera to the iTouch to post photos. As powerful as this gizmo is, I can' t use it that way.
So, our arrival in Paris...
First, it was raining very lightly, which we welcomed because it meant the temperature was finally back in the reasonable range- mid70s to low 80s, rather than the 90-100+ range we'd experienced in much of Italy. From the Paris Bercy train station, we followed Rick Steves guidebook advice and chatted with the friendly Traveler's Information (TI) desk at Bercy. These were the first of many people to respond to my high school French in perfect English without even a hint of an accent. The TI folks gave us directions to the Metro, where we bought passes for us adults and packets of tickets for the kids (becAuse Rick said it is cheaper to do it that way- I would not travel to ANY country in Europe without the Rick Steves' guidebook for the country- he has saves us thousands of dollars and 50-75 hours with his tips). We then went through the turnstyle, where I promptly got trapped- me on one side, my suitcase on the other (I did not let go). A Metro guide (they hire French college kids to greet and orient disembarking train passengers) set me free. We Metro'd to our station, lugged our rolling bags up out of the ground and saw we were in the very heart of Paris! Blinking at the brightness, we found our way to Rue De La Huchette, then wandered between small restaurants, souvineer shops and other businesses looking for soething that resembled an apartment builing.
What we found was an ominous black door, with a brass handle and a keypad on the side, wedged between two small restaurants. When we pushed the door open, a dark passage way yawned at us, and I started to wonder what kind of huge mistake we had made.
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