:: the trip truly started at 7:05 a.m., when the plane landed at LGW (London-Gatwick) airport. We flew through border check (almost literally - I spent more time waiting in line for the ladies room after that 8-hour flight than we waited for customs), and we made our way to the ticket window for the express train to Saint Pancras Station, where we would connect to the Eurostar train to travel the Chunnel to Paris.
{our gatwick express tickets}
:: We arrived a couple hours prior to our train (we had built in a lot of time to our schedule for customs that turned out to be unnecessary), so we stopped at a cafe in St Pancras Station for breakfast. I had eggs and toast and an iced cappucino, and Casey had pain au choclat and choclat chaude. Mine was delicious, but his was prettier, so we just photographed his.
{breakfast, day 1}
:: After breakfast, we made our way through border control to the Eurostar. The comfort cabin was wonderful, Casey and I shared 2 seats facing each other with a table between us, and the table across the aisle from us was occupied by Eurostar employees, who after food service sat and relaxed and gossiped in French. I have no idea what they were talking about, but it was definitely gossip. It's the international language. My vegetarin meal was pumpkin-stuffed ravioli in a pesto-polenta, and Casey got Shepard's pie - both came with salad, bread, dessert, and wine or other beverage. Of course, I selected wine.
:: Upon arrival at Gare du Nord station in Paris, we purchased 3-day Metro passes to connect to our hotel. Despite each of our bags feeling 10-pounds heavier than when we left the states (I blame the metric conversion), we made it to the hotel, where the attendant spoke English, and directed us to our tiny, but clean room.
{The metro tickets are so tiny and easy to lose, they put them in a credit card-size sleeve for carrying. But the sleeve is so difficult to manuver, it would've been preferrable if they'd just made the tickets that size}
:: Wanting to explore the city, we dropped our bags and started walking aimlessly. We stumbled upon the Centre Pompidou (Pompidou Center - the city's modern art museum), and spent a couple hours exploring that.
{entry ticket and museum map for the Centre Pompidou}
:: Now ravenous, (since it was now almost 10 p.m.), we walked seeking a restaurant that could accommodate a vegetarian and was - most importantly - still open. We walked back to the Latin Quarter, and discovered Aux Trois Mailletz (http://www.lestroismailletz.fr), a piano bar whose host was very nice and spoke English well.
{Aux Trois Mailletz's card, so we can call on them next time we visit}
:: Dinner was fantastic. We chose to sit just outside the front door - with the cold outside air, but a bit of heat radiating from inside, the temperature was wonderful. After a few minutes, a man stood up and started singing, and it was genuinely like a setting from a movie - a slightly vaudeville voice, songs like "Puttin' on the Ritz," a dance that was a little tap, a little shuffle. It was the perfect Parisian supper.
:: I had a salad with warm goat cheese and a gin fizz, which were both argueably the best of each I've ever had. I can't say objectively, becasue the atmosphere certainly colored the taste of everything a bit brighter. Casey had rolls of Salmon stuffed with goat cheese over a salad of lettuce, and agreed his meal was equally fantastic.
:: le premier jour: delicieux! ::

