Paris - We have arrived
This was to be a journey where memories were to be made. Our driver, Gary, was calm and professional thus, allowing us to settle, kick back and survey the plush interior. Katherine, Christopher, Stephen and I sat amid the leather and chatted happily. A small traffic snarl at the Bridge's Tunnel didn't phase us. However, once moving past that and through the tunnel the limousine revealed its secret hidden by the sunlight. In the darkened tunnel one c
ould see that the roof was illuminated by hundreds of pin pricks of light. The pin pricks of light dimmed, glowed and changed colour before disappearing as we drove up into the sunlight once more. A delightful trip in the limousine! Kirstie was standing to greet us at the doors to the departure terminal with her camera in hand. She snapped one of our first memories. Everyone now at the departure terminal and set to travel to Paris via Singapore. Sipping bubbles like we did this every day when we sat in the limo with our Moet Chandon. Now planes coming and going. How exciting! Never
travelled this way before. What a buzz. Katherine and Christopher sat as if accustomed to such transportation. As I have said, "This was just the beginning of the journey for the making of memories." Plane journey was as one would expect from Australia to Paris; long but pleasingly uneventful. Upon arrival in Paris we were greeted by our chauffeur who kindly delivered us right to our door in Paris. 5th floor apartment not far fro the Arc de Triumph. The apartment - hmmm. Big, so very big. Loved the grandfather clock. Its wooden cabinet a good two metres in height. A golden pendulum the size of a bread and butter plate, showed its age as it hung silently before two equally enormous weights. No ticking. I searched without success for evidence of a key to check above the w
eighted mechanism. I nudged the pendulum with my finger tip to encourage it to move and swing back and forth. For a few moments the giant pendulum swung from my humble urgings but it could not maintain the momentum and slowed to a stop. I wanted to repeat the process in the naive hope that it would keep ticking despite its weary facade of carved timber and ornate clock face shielded by glass. Turned wooden struts supported the upper cabinetry whilst a timber panel sat beneath suggesting a notion of balance for the ancient timepiece. Throughout the apartment mirrors appeared to magnify what was already a large space. Balconies. Just beautiful. Our first dinner was at a local brasserie and guess what? S
nails were on the menu. Can't believe the excitement as the family taste tested the cuisine. I've used the before rather than the after shots of the taste test as some of the after shots were less than flattering.
This was to be a journey where memories were to be made. Our driver, Gary, was calm and professional thus, allowing us to settle, kick back and survey the plush interior. Katherine, Christopher, Stephen and I sat amid the leather and chatted happily. A small traffic snarl at the Bridge's Tunnel didn't phase us. However, once moving past that and through the tunnel the limousine revealed its secret hidden by the sunlight. In the darkened tunnel one c
ould see that the roof was illuminated by hundreds of pin pricks of light. The pin pricks of light dimmed, glowed and changed colour before disappearing as we drove up into the sunlight once more. A delightful trip in the limousine! Kirstie was standing to greet us at the doors to the departure terminal with her camera in hand. She snapped one of our first memories. Everyone now at the departure terminal and set to travel to Paris via Singapore. Sipping bubbles like we did this every day when we sat in the limo with our Moet Chandon. Now planes coming and going. How exciting! Never
travelled this way before. What a buzz. Katherine and Christopher sat as if accustomed to such transportation. As I have said, "This was just the beginning of the journey for the making of memories." Plane journey was as one would expect from Australia to Paris; long but pleasingly uneventful. Upon arrival in Paris we were greeted by our chauffeur who kindly delivered us right to our door in Paris. 5th floor apartment not far fro the Arc de Triumph. The apartment - hmmm. Big, so very big. Loved the grandfather clock. Its wooden cabinet a good two metres in height. A golden pendulum the size of a bread and butter plate, showed its age as it hung silently before two equally enormous weights. No ticking. I searched without success for evidence of a key to check above the w
eighted mechanism. I nudged the pendulum with my finger tip to encourage it to move and swing back and forth. For a few moments the giant pendulum swung from my humble urgings but it could not maintain the momentum and slowed to a stop. I wanted to repeat the process in the naive hope that it would keep ticking despite its weary facade of carved timber and ornate clock face shielded by glass. Turned wooden struts supported the upper cabinetry whilst a timber panel sat beneath suggesting a notion of balance for the ancient timepiece. Throughout the apartment mirrors appeared to magnify what was already a large space. Balconies. Just beautiful. Our first dinner was at a local brasserie and guess what? S
nails were on the menu. Can't believe the excitement as the family taste tested the cuisine. I've used the before rather than the after shots of the taste test as some of the after shots were less than flattering.
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