Maisons-Laffitte Travel Blog› entry 3 of 26 › view all entries
The first night in our beds is heavenly: I snore from 10 till 8.
I get up, and get us breakfast, a croissant for Caroline, and a ‘pain au chocolat’ for me and two baguettes for breakfast and maybe for lunch.
The guy in the shop must speak better Arab than French, he didn’t understand me at all.
(The third day we could communicate, but my Arab hadn’t improved.
On second thought this could be blamed on me, as my French needed some polishing.)
We want to visit
We don’t need his help, but to practice some French we sit down and let him tell his story.
He advises us to buy a “
On this station is the Arc the Triomphe, SNCF could really help by renaming that station!!
We walk on the
The metro brings us to the Place Pigalle (near the Moulin rouge) and we walk to the funiculaire that brings 20 people to the top at one go.
A football artist is showing to bounce a ball and climb a streetlight without dropping the ball,
On the stairs people are clapping and singing as a guitar man is singing songs.
In my mind the stairs were wider. In my mind the church inside is a darker shade of blue now and there is gold missing(?????) It looks really different to the church we visited 15 odd years ago, I must say it has matured: ).
On the Place du Tertre is a market, the place is full of artists, and where they are not, you can have a drink or something to eat. It is a nice place to stay and look at people.
We walk down the hill (so many police cops on the streets).
Tired of the walking, we return to the camping and R&R until it is time to eat.
In the village it is time for a fiesta. Streets are barred, podiums are erected and bands play.
Instrumental is good, but ze singers pronunciation of the queens English is not of zeir best quality.
We decide to eat at an Indian restaurant. It is situated in a street where a band is or will be playing (they haven’t decided yet.)
The host speaks half English, half French, he is very relaxed, closes the door after us (it was open, so he could hear the music, but no problem for him: he goes out to look at the band, leaves us with his music, that is completely blown away by the band -it is only enhancing their sound to a critical point-, except when they stop and they to frequently do.
The food is good. My lamb tastes of herbs and spices (it could just as well be pork, chicken or beef), Carolines chicken tastes the same. You don’t wonder why so many Indians are Vegetarians:) The first law of Indian restaurants did not apply: (whatever the host advises, the food will burn your mouth) this food was nice, but not even slightly hot. The nam bread and the rice are nice.
It was the Indian restaurant closest to the camping,on the way to the station. Other TB’s might want to review this restaurant.
During our walk through the village we found more bands playing, and in front of a bank a group of people were salsa dancing (sometimes you would wish to be 30 odd years younger).
Second night sleep is not as good as the first (I blame the Indian food for that. The whole night I hear trains running past :)