Paris fam trip in arriving at Paris Gare du Nord last Friday to 21.30, is Mr Robin David who came to wait quietly with his ATM sign and mini coach 18 seats for us filed shortly before 22 pm at the Concorde Lafayette (I lost my bet). In the lobby, it's Mr. Guy and his smile email diamond who gave us our key cards and it is up to our room on the 19th floor of the tower to discover a splendid view of the Eiffel Tower and a white rose lie on the bed.
Then we descended a buffet dinner cold jar cool cucumber soup and scallops Jacques, trays of dessert topped with chocolate eclairs, macaroons and pink mini creme brulee ... then back to the 33th floor of the tower to take a glass of champagne 22 euros and admire the panoramic view of the Eiffel Tower .... and glittering maze of road has three lanes.
Lying to 1 am after a brief viewing of rednecks in Secret story on a trip and Papuans in Paris.
The next day, breakfast in the VIP Club Lounge, 30 th floor (overlooking the Eiffel Tower) with Mael who showed us the hotel soon after. Pastries, fresh orange juice, smoked salmon, scrambled eggs, white yoghurt, bread, jam, cake, coffee ... (And Le Figaro that I could not read it since we were 10 at table).
At 13 o'clock appointment at the Concorde Opera to visit this legendary monument Class: Room 189 or remain no less than 10 years the playwright George Feydeau, inventor of the Theater and author of the piece a wire to the leg, when he found his wife in bed with another man .... There was also a result Maria Callas or the singer spent some time, and the black and red room or the thugs came to play billiards. After this visit rich historical anecdotes as Jacques Bonsergent, the first shot during the German occupation, it was Even More champagne, this time at the bar Golden Black Design by Sonia Rykiel, followed by a croque monsieur with ham dry reblochon (heavy!) and an espresso cafe in speed and across a pair of heels on sale at the shop next door.
Next us "hoppames' on the open tour bus, headphones ears with screws guided tour, a tour of Paris with a view of the most beautiful monuments, 30 degrees of sun and wind in your hair, a true happiness ! Around 17 hours, we descended to the Eiffel Tower to take a RER Porte Maillot and when they arrived at the hotel, a row of 2CVs we waited to take us to another round of Paris. 15 minutes to jump in the shower redo my makeup, put on my prom dress, my black pumps has ribbons tied behind the ankles, and do my bun alone, given that Agnes did not want to deal with my hair. Capote open up a dodoche the back of a blue hair Wind Lysianne with Madame and Marie, our driver and his little black beret newsboy student, we crossed the Champs Elysees, Place de la Concorde, and ... Eiffel Tower (which the it will more than seen), people were taking pictures of us (well not us but the cars) and we were cuckoo, so they found that it was too much of a cool attitude! Reach their destination on Pigalle cabaret Moulin Rouge!
Audience
no less than one meter from the scene, 3 bottles of field 'waiting for us. The dancers with perfect bodies, legs sculptural diva makeup and outrageous costumes with sequins, feathers and frilly I kept the wide-eyed, flapping hands and mouth full of cheer during a performance of 1:45 without interruption, with among other a hilarious ventriloquist and his little white dog, a juggler and multiple pins, two contortionists impassive face that performed feats of strength outstanding, a dancer who dived into the swimming pool or boas; small ponies really tiny, and the famous French Cancan! Glare, laptop glue the ears to share this emotion with our loved ones, we took a taxi to hotel management space for one last coupet of champagne at the bar pan (with a view of ... the Eiffel Tower!).
Sunday: sunrise to 9 hours drive, breakfast at club (they were beginning to become accustomed) and deposited at the Concorde Montparnasse luggage before going to tour our restaurant Chez Edouard and Jetlag. Then a quick visit to Franprix near Les Halles or the 3 musketeers made a Razia french products (buckwheat cakes, shower gel Petit Marseille, madeleines, Chablis and financial orange-chocolate). Return to be a whirlwind 13 hours in the hotel, inspect and lunch in the patio of a minced pork with rosemary and potato gratin, or Lysianne entertains us by explaining that she could even wash head with rocks that would like (?!).
Recover suitcases and bags to the setpoint, then rush in the endless corridor of Montparnasse to regain line 4 direction Porte de Clignancourt, roasting queue to get in 9045 to 4:43 p.m., lamination rapido somnolage magazines and in the tunnel, failures to restyle ponytail which earned me a "ben Swelitche ', you got the right to return direct to the toilet because your hair gonna not at all, you've made a big bump on the top of the crane! ", and the rainy return to the capital, a basket of 3 tons at each end of arm ... The next day at the office, it was shattered , but nothing in the world can not regret this trip that we began VVIP filled eyes!
