En route to the Boulangerie, I came across a gentleman of undistinguished age transporting homewares down the now empty street. A bric-a-brac market in Place Bxxxxxx is being established with dealer's domains marked out in whitewash. Crash! A precariously placed chandelier replete with green candles falls to the pavement. Merde! Nearby a perturbed woman was looking up at the street signs, before consulting a map extracted from le sac labelled Emotional Baggage.
Our arrival in Paris was memorable with our taxi from Orly depositing us outside our accommodation right in the middle of this city's hotspot. We occupied a table at our local bar located adjacent to No.8, Rue Des Archives and awaited our contact. Upon inspection, we made clear our displeasure at the apartment's state of un-preparedness, and left for Gare De Nord to pick up Penny. Taxis arrived on a regular basis and we were directed to the nearest with the driver indicating we three should occupy the narrow rear seat. Unable to decipher the printed address, and thinking he had us at his mercy, he said 30 Euro. Whoops, bad move!. Kim savaged him stating a trip from Gare Du Nord to Le Maraise was not worth that and we would get out of his taxi tout suite!. He suddenly became very inventive and began negotiating busy Saturday traffic resulting in a fare of 22€ including baggage handling.
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