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It took about 7 hours driving over, with stops here and there. It's about to get dark when we first saw the Eiffel tower from the highway. My wife was really excited and so were the kids. I think to the kids, France equals the tower. Driving into Paris, it gave me the strange impression of that I am driving in New Orleans. I think you will agree with me, by simply taking a look at the pictures we took. Of course, the big difference is not the colors of the skin, rather than the size of the rear end. Chances of seeing a slim figure is as high as not getting drunk on Bourbon street at night. Come to think of it, it makes perfect sense, as Louisiana was part of France until not too long ago.
We go to the hotel just before the darkness swallowed the differences between those old trees and old buildings. Our hotel is right in the middle of Paris, few minutes walk to Notre Dame, Seine river, and the Louvre amongst other tourist attractions. There is a parking garage about 5 minutes from the hotel and the hotel manager strongly advised parking my car there during my stay and use public transportation. This is the same advice I got from my host so I followed with no resistance. The exit of the garage seemed rather strangely oriented, away from the entrance which has about quarter of a mile drive to begin with. So I opted to walk back to the entrance I came in with. A bit scary using the narrow sideway against traffic but at least this way it's shorter and I won't get lost in the rapid falling darkness.
The hotel room is supposedly big, from what I heard when I made the reservation and we were pleasantly surprised by how big it is. It has a queen size bed, two double beds and a small kitchenette area, dining table and still plenty place to walk around, even with all suitcases opened. This is rather relaxing after our cell block experience in Toulouse. I would say this is about the suite room size in the States, probably even larger than Hilton's two room suites. There are tons of restaurants just outside the hotel doorway, from Mom and Pop stores, to bakeries, to fast food like McDonald's, and sit down restaurants and bars. Nobody wants to sit down for another hour or two, so we ordered some takeouts from roadside setups, Chinese, and Lebanese I think. Some said there is bad restaurants in Paris. I don't know yet, at least these are eatable to me. Kids didn't like them very much, however. Then again, they didn't like the food at one of the highly recommended restaurants in Toulouse neither. And I thought that was pretty good.
(the Louvre)
The next morning, I got up early and went on with my business. It was the national strike day which is common these days, and my host had suggested me keep the car in the garage and take the metro to get outside Paris, where he'd pick me up and drive me to his company. Most of the metro was not on strike so that would be the best option, as the strike would usually block certain streets and makes driving difficult even with GPS, since lots cars would be cramped into fewer streets inside Paris.
By the time I got back to my hotel, it was already dark outside, as we had to change our schedule a little bit due to new development the next day. Basically we push two days' schedule into one. I was rather tired when I got back to the room. There was food on the table, obviously for me but nobody in the room. As we did not enable our phones, I had no idea of where they were, although my wife emailed me earlier that day mentioned a show at night in Notre Dame. I went to the front desk and learned that they asked about the direction to a local market. Feeling nervous, I went out and followed the direction but after 20 minutes, I gave up and came back. There weren't back yet! Now my stomach started to tighten. It's dark outside and what are they doing?! After checking with the front desk again, I realized that I misunderstood the direction the first time, in part because I was in a hurry. The clerk's poor English did not help the case either. Anyway, I went back and searched again and found nobody. When I got back to the hotel, I heard the kids shouting and running towards me. "Dad, where did you go?!" WHERE DID I GO? It's probably a good idea to skip the rest of the story about where the miscommunication started and where it ended. It's suffice to say that nobody was really thrilled about what happened but we agreed on this should not happen again. So much for the nightshow at Notre Dame. Apparently, the kids kept their biological clocks rather well, and had been sleeping till past 10am ever since they got to France. By the time they finished breakfast/lunch, it was almost noon time so they just walked over to visit nearby sites including the world heritage Notre Dame (remember that movie?). I had no idea what Notre Dame means until shortly before I came here. I knew the name in Chinese. I knew the word Notre Dame in terms of university name. But these never got associated until now. I saw the pictures they took, which brought back some memories from the movie I saw when I was a kid. But I was not in the mood to have a late night tour at this hour so we called it the day.
Like clock work, the kids did not wake up until 10 after again. It's a good thing we had decided against buying the museum pass as many on the Internet suggested. It might be a great idea if you are on a tight schedule to visit Paris for a day or two, and can follow the routine. It's not practical for us, especially when the parents (that's us) want the kids to get enough sleep every day. Anyway, what's the plan for today? Hmmmm.. how about the Louvre? Sure, why not. So off we went.
It took about 10 minutes walking to get to the museum entrance from our hotel, with stops here and there to take pictures, while kids running around to chase pigeons or play newly invented games from their creative minds. After spending some time taking pictures of everybody and combinations imaginable, it hit me that one of the reasons they said to buy the pass is because you don't have to wait in long times to get into the Louvre. LONG LINES? I looked around. Yup, there is one alright and it is rather long. So it's best we start standing in line sooner than late. The wife stood there while I walked around with kids snapping pictures of buildings and kids and Louis the XIV and his horse etc etc. While I was walking over after 10 minutes, I noticed the angry wife staring at me from the entrance. Uh oh. What did I do now? "where did you go?!" was the dangerous greeting. Apparently my assumption was wrong. This line was not to buy the tickets, but rather to enter the glass pyramid which serves as the entrance to the museum ticket windows down below!
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