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We’ll always have Paris ….

Last week the usual suspects – the two of us and the extremely small  dog got into the car at midnight ten and headed for the bright lights of Paris.  It’s about 500 km to Paris and we had an appointment at the US Embassy just off Place de la Concorde at 08:50 sharp.    Dog settled under her blanket in the soft basket she travels in when we drive – the definition of a ‘litter’ is a mode of transport powered by humans (often slaves) in which the high-born travel in luxury.  That pretty well says it in terms of The Bean in transit.

The two of us are well versed in long drives living where we choose to.  So one of us drives for 2 hours and then we swap, the theory being that you get some sleep.  We at least rest.  Nonetheless, arriving as we did in the City of Lights at a little before 6 a.m was slightly hallucinagenic.  I was driving as we headed down the right bank of the Seine and Two Brains snapped like a Jap as le Tour Eiffel loomed ahead.  Frank (pronounced Fronk after the wonderful wedding planner in ‘Father of The Bride’), our SatNav, called us ever onwards to our destination and was surprisingly accurate in finding a carpark right opposite our destination in Rue Gabriel.  So amazed were we that he had pinpointed what we had asked for (he has a talent for getting tired and emotional at the most inopportune moment) that we drove past and had to do a sweeping circuit back again.  Safely parked we surfaced into the great iconic square and this is the point – it was almost empty – insignificant traffic around, the sky lightening and for once an almost uninterrupted view of a landmark.


The drive was entirely worthwhile.  Whatever awaited in the Ambassade (and for that you will have to wait) somehow didn’t matter in that moment in the slicing chill of the early morning which could only come close to being spoiled by a hugely rude waiter at breakfast.  And believe me, he tried ….


PS:  The quote is, of course, from Casablanca and is attributed to Howard Koch one of several screenwriters who came and went in the process of producing that miracle of a film.

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  1. Ha! I’ve had a draft blog post by the same name sitting in ‘blog notes’ for the past year. One day… But I do have wonderful memories of Paris, empty of people (except the odd rude waiter – they’re a permanent fixture). One of the wonders of August.

    August 15, 2014
    • So many one days we have … I shall look forward to reading it when it finally emerges! Most of Paris appears to be here right now, in fact – we are playing spot the 75 number plates – I’m guessing the same is true of your lovely place too 🙂

      August 15, 2014
  2. There’s something about those very early hours that I love. When there are few people about and you can feel as if you have the world to yourself. Sorry about the rude waiter. We have yet to experience that, but I live in hope. 🙂

    August 16, 2014
  3. excellent post… HL = huge like! <3 bonne continuation et lots of inspiration, cheers! 🙂 Mélanie

    October 18, 2014
    • Thank you so much Melanie – frankly delighted having looked at and duly followed your delightful blog 🙂

      October 20, 2014

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