Second night in Paris. I can't sleep. At 4 AM I don't want to wake hubby, so I get dressed and go down to the lobby to read, blog. The lobby--which consists of a computer and 1 cafe table and two chairs, is dark. The concierge is asleep on a bench. What can one expect for $200 a day?
So...I trudge back upstairs to the hallway in front of our room and take out my book and read for about five minutes...until the lights go out. I take off my clothes and get back in bed to toss and turn for another two hours.
Again I dress and go down to the lobby--which is open now. I walk down the street and pass a meat truck with sides of beef hanging in the back, ready to be delivered to neighborhood markets. Of course, I don't have my camera with me! A few people--very few, considering it's now Monday AM, are walking the streets as I go in search of a cup of cafe au lait. Nothing is open. I walk back to the hotel and the concierge directs me to the nearest Starbucks, which he says should be open. I get there at about 6:30 to find that it opens at 7:30. So, I go back to the hotel where the concierge tells me that the cafe up the block should be open. It is not, but, as the door is open, I walk in and I was told to come back in 15 minutes, but was graciously offered a cup or coffee to go. For only 2.80 euros, which is a bargain, considering, til now the least expensive I've found is 5 euros. But, that is not a problem as I am on vacation!
So, here I sit, blogging, sorry if I'm grumpy, but I'm much happier now that I've had my coffee.
*The title of a book that I brought to Paris with me, very entertaining, written by an American business man living in Paris. Highly recommended. The author is Rosencrans Baldwin.
**As we check out of the hotel on Tuesday afternoon, I see a sign that says "coffee and tea 24 hours a day".
So...I trudge back upstairs to the hallway in front of our room and take out my book and read for about five minutes...until the lights go out. I take off my clothes and get back in bed to toss and turn for another two hours.
Again I dress and go down to the lobby--which is open now. I walk down the street and pass a meat truck with sides of beef hanging in the back, ready to be delivered to neighborhood markets. Of course, I don't have my camera with me! A few people--very few, considering it's now Monday AM, are walking the streets as I go in search of a cup of cafe au lait. Nothing is open. I walk back to the hotel and the concierge directs me to the nearest Starbucks, which he says should be open. I get there at about 6:30 to find that it opens at 7:30. So, I go back to the hotel where the concierge tells me that the cafe up the block should be open. It is not, but, as the door is open, I walk in and I was told to come back in 15 minutes, but was graciously offered a cup or coffee to go. For only 2.80 euros, which is a bargain, considering, til now the least expensive I've found is 5 euros. But, that is not a problem as I am on vacation!
So, here I sit, blogging, sorry if I'm grumpy, but I'm much happier now that I've had my coffee.
*The title of a book that I brought to Paris with me, very entertaining, written by an American business man living in Paris. Highly recommended. The author is Rosencrans Baldwin.
**As we check out of the hotel on Tuesday afternoon, I see a sign that says "coffee and tea 24 hours a day".
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