France, day one

I’m completely knackered, so this is gonna be in point form.

Yesterday at 5.30 PM our cab arrived. We got downstairs and were greeted by a guy in a Mercedes. For a minute there we were excited, but we soon realized he mistook us for newlyweds. We get out of the Mercedes and into a minivan.

We arrived at Pearson, and at our gate, in plenty of time. I picked up the new Naomi Klein book and the NHL season preview. Nellie got some houseporn magazine.

We boarded a bit early. David Cronenberg was on our flight. Fresh off his win of top audience prize at TIFF, he was celebrating by flying first class. Smart boy: I couldn’t get comfortable long enough to nap, so I got maybe 30 minutes all told. Nellie got a few hours. We were both pretty messed up when we landed at 10:00. On the plus side, our vegetarian meals weren’t half-bad. For airline food.

Charles De Gaulle is one ugly-ass airport. Old, badly organized…makes me appreciate Pearson terminal one all the more.

Taxi ride: uneventful, except we noticed that many of the cabs are Mercedes. Suck it, newlywed chauffeur man.

Our hotel and room were very nice, very Parisien. Or what I picture Parisien to be, at any rate. Small, nicely furnished, windows that open wide to the small street below. We admired it for a few minutes then turn and head out.

We sat on a bench in the Jardins des Tuileries and split a sandwich. We walked through the Place de la Concorde, down the Champs Elysees, beating a path through crowds of tourists. The beating continued when we reached l’Arc de Triomphe, just long enough for Nellie to snap a few photos.

We figured that was enough and turned for home. After some twists and turns, an espresso and a pain au chocolate, and more twists and turns we arrived back at the hotel.

One more trip out garnered a baguette, some fine chocolate, a bottle of Bordeaux, some fruit and general exhaustion. Now that we’ve eaten we’re about ready to pass out. I’ve fallen asleep, while typing this, sitting up at least 3 times.

And now…I sleep. Nighty night.

[tags]paris, tiff, tiff07, naomi klein, david cronenberg, hotel therese[/tags]

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