15/10/25 Speaking of Steps.

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We spent two hours on the train from Colmar, zooming through fields of drying crops and harvested paddocks. Little villages came and went, huddled on hilltops and beside watercourses, surrounded by patchworked farmland. It was a little difficult to take photographs through the dirty windows of a very fast train, but I did my best.




We started in sunshine and by the time we got to Paris the sky was gloomy and grey. The train had steps too, so thank you to the lovely German girl who carried Steve down for me thereby saving me one mad dash up and down again.

France, you need to wash your trains. Japan is putting you to shame.

Speaking of steps, there were a lot of steps in in the Paris Metro system and the only lift we could find was unhelpfully under construction.  There were no other choices: the steps had to be stepped. Roger stayed with the bags at the top while I ran down with Steve, set him up, and ran back up the steps. Then Roger walked down very carefully, holding the hand rail, and I ran back down carrying both bags.  We repeated the routine at every flight of steps and because it was so much fun we took a few detours to wrong platforms with double flights of steps, just for thrills. 

I confess I wasn't running anywhere other than for a nice cup of tea by the time we surfaced onto the streets of Paris and plodded the 200m to our accommodation.   Suitably revived, we went out for a constitutional to help Roger work out some of the kinks caused by sitting in fast trains for two hours, and as it turned out there was a fantastic street art installation just around the corner.  

I wonder if anyone else knows about this?


Not that we were thinking of Steve when we booked the accommodation way back in June, but a ground floor apartment close to a park with wide flat boulevards couldn't be better for people who have to take regular short walks with wheels.

Charming Loft: home for a few nights.




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