So, here was the upper part of the train station in Paris. We arrived, got our luggage and decided to take the train into the city. It was snowing a lot (for Paris) that day and really pretty outside. After we purchased our tickets, Patrick went through the turnstile first and I went right behind him. And got stuck. And it shut on my face, crunching my glasses into my nose. Ha! Welcome to Paris! :) I was taking too long to get my suitcase through and those turnstiles wait for no one. So I went back to get in line and ask someone for help. A very nice man got another nice man to open a door and let me through and there were gobs of people everywhere and I couldn't see Patrick. I assumed he went downstairs to where the trains come so I headed down and he wasn't there. I stood for a while wondering, "Would he have gotten on the train without me?" I talked myself out of that and after waiting a few more minutes decided I better check back upstairs. No up escalator so I hauled my 50lb suitcase up 2 flights of stairs and there he was. :) Yay! We hugged and turned on our cel phones. I'd like to mention that my feet were swollen like after birth so that felt really good.
My first look at Paris:
We asked the front desk for a dinner recommendation and she pointed us to the Cafe Pasteur across the Blvd. It was so delicious and the waiters were so nice that we ate there the next 3 nights. :) My first dinner was a Croque Madam with a Kronenbourg 1664. (I was happy to try one after reading about Mikael Blomkvist drinking them all the time in The Girl Who series.)
A nice couple from New Jersey took this for us.