There was a point in time when I actually thought that I would never make it to France. The immigration officer in Doha eyed me suspiciously and asked me tons of questions before he reluctantly let me on the flight to Paris. Phew, I would have thrown a screaming fit if they had put me on a plane back to Singapore!
So there I was in Paris, the City of Romance. But before I could get into the romantic mood, I had to navigate through long, winding escalators and 3 train rides to get to my hotel.
My first impression of Paris was somewhat of a letdown. I was expecting glamour, romance and well-dressed people. I failed to get any of it. Instead I saw tramps, gypsies and prostitutes right around where I lived!
My first dinner in Paris was a similar letdown. JF brought us to Chartier, a 1920s place with great ambience and atmosphere. Unfortunately the greatness did not extend to the food. Between the 7 of us, no one had a great meal. Still it was a beautiful place, just remember not to eat there!
The menu changes everyday, let´s hope the quality of the food does too!One thing that fascinated me though, the sun set at around 10pm during summer. It was a bit of a shock to be walking to dinner at 8pm in bright daylight! Daylight or not, I was exhausted and had no trouble falling into a deep sleep at the end of a long and tiring day...
The view from my hotel balcony at 8pm
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