Notre Dame
My first trip to Paris was in 1991. I was on Interrail and had ended up in Corfu, Greece. I had decided not to go to France on this trip as I a) did not speak any French, and b) had heard that the French were somewhat "impolite" toward foreigners. Anyway at Corfu I met two nice French girls and faith would it that I ended up traveling back with one of them to her hometown in France. On our way we stopped by Paris. The French turned out to be quite friendly, and most of them even seemed to be able to communicate in English as soon as they got to know you. Since then I have been in love with France.
On this trip it was us two boys in the cockpit and three ladies from the cabin that went to our hotel at Place de la Republique. We had a small drink outside the hotel and two of us walked down towards Notre Dame where we later met up with the others again. There was an ongoing service inside the church so we stayed and watched for a while before we walked into the Latin Quarter where we had our dinner. Later on we walked over to the Louvre and from there up Champs Elysees. By the time we got back to the hotel it was pretty late.
And lucky me! I have been scheduled with no less than 3 twenty-five hours stops in Paris in July! Hurray!!
