Frankfurt to Paris

Have arrived in Paris after travelling forever! We hooked up with The Outlaws in Singapore airport, who were off on their own European holiday, and then boarded our torture device for the 11hr flight. It seems the lady at check in confused a request for seats with extra leg room (emergency exit), with a request for reduced leg room! So we flew to Frankfurt with our knees pressed against the galley bulkhead. Crabby? Not me!

We arrived in Frankfurt to be met by a pair of immigration officials with even less zest for their jobs than I do for mine, and jumped on a train into the city to wait for our first class high speed train into Paris. While there we walked the banks of the Main river, which was very pretty, checked out a few sex shops, they were everywhere, even in the airport, and chilled out in the first class lounge.
We jumped on the train at 1900hrs and whizzed of to Paris at 200km/h, which was so exhilirating I fell asleep and amused the other passengers with my repertoire of snores! Deena said they actually laughed out loud. How rude.

On our arrival in Paris we were picked up by one of the Citroen rally team's drivers who does a bit of taxi work on the side, and were treated to a high speed tour of the city. We drove past so many famous landmarks I got whiplash!
Our hotel is very nice, and in an area full of cafes and restaraunts, bakers, butchers, and cheese shops. So far it has been very easy to eat cheap and well. While wandering around this morning we caught a glimpse of the Eiffel tower over the rooftops. Upon closer inspection we found a very nice park near it's base, and the population of Hobart in line to go up it! Might hold off on that for a while.

Our plan for the next few days is to chill, take in the landmarks and do a few touristy bits and pieces, before heading down south to pick up our car.

We may also have a little meal or two.

Au revoir, Dave.