Paris ou l'amour, qui peut discerner la différence ?

The dawning of a new day, brought fresh expectations of adventure, excitement and European culture.

With suitcases bulging with souvenirs, and brains brimming with beautiful British memories we dispatched ourselves to St.Pancras Station bright and early.

We stepped aboard the Eurostar to hurtle off to Paris, to the sounds, sights and delights of the City that sleeps only when you do.

The Eurostar is a great means of moving fast. Don't expect to be a spectator, just sit on it and arrive. All one can do is write up one's diary, watch the blurrr of the French countryside whip along, read about Barack Obama's impression of American Conservatism in the last quarter century, or contemplate the Genius of GEC Alsthom, (now ALSTOM) who conceived and built France's fast trains on which we were now traveling so magnificently, to the town that held so many of our dreams and long-held desires.
In only a few blinks of the eyes, including falling asleep after reading, "Et l'impact de l'événement ne tient pas seulement au fait que Barack Obama soit le premier Noir à avoir de très sérieuses chances d'entrer à la Maison Blanche", we found ourselves approaching the railway station which offers entering tourists the keys to the city, the chance to enter Paris, to really be there as distinct from dreaming about it during all those months of wishing.

Finally, we WERE in Paris. Yippeee !!! At the Gare du Nord.

And, who was there to rush us away to their home on the River Seine, a barge on the river's edge, dans le seizième arrondissement, dans le Bois de Bologne, près de la Passerelle de l'Avre.

Demain vous apprécierez l'expérience et le tressaillement qui nous nous sommes sentis, ce premier moment dans la ville de la lumière et de l'amour.

Yep, we were really and truly in PARIS.