Only in the UK can you be in the centre of Paris at 2pm and back in Cambridge no less than 4 and 1/2 hours later! Amazing really. Although this amazement may in part be due to the Australian in me.
I can travel 5 hours and about 3438km by air from Melbourne and find myself in Perth where everyone speaks the same language, eats the same food and quite possibly the only difference is that the sunsets over the ocean. Not exactly profound for what is probably ten times the distance between London and Paris.
Anyway I had a brilliant time. Certainly, a contributing factor to the fun and games was being there with some locals. What a difference that makes.
I suffered no anxious moments when my meal arrived. Not once did I glance at my plate surprised to find pork when I expected lamb. We visited a number of cool restaurants in the Marais strolled about what is a truly lovely city.
No it was complete bliss!
Although one of the unforeseen consequences of all of this local knowledge is that my trousers are definitely tighter and my belt on one notch wider. Oh well – best go running…… tomorrow.
i just got back from london and wrote about it. we were there for the weekend. it was great. sounds like you had a great trip too. were heading to paris on the way to rome in May.
peace,
sam