We took a lunch cruise when we visited Paris and it was absolutely wonderful, the sights, the food, the wine, and the company as we lunched with two woman travellers, both from Texas, one a born and bred Texan, and the other Scottish. I think they were just friends, and if they were more than friends, they gave nothing away. I can't remember their names now, but one of them I think was called Lorna. I always take notes when I am on holidays, where I expected to find there names, but I cannot find notes for this holiday. We had stayed a few days in Singapore, and a few in London and the Paris visit was by
We boarded the boat on the Seine and were seated at our table. R went off to the toilet, so it was just the three of us. The official photographer came along and I reacted badly. I do not know these women, and no, I don't want my photo taken with them. You know, it was a wonderful day but a hard start being up at 5.30, coach from Lancaster Gate to St Pancras Station, Eurostar to Paris, using euros for the first time. Instead of Eiffel Tower first then lunch cruise, things were reversed. I am in a strange city and I don't know what I am doing. I did not react well.
You guess which one was Texan born and which one Scottish? The Scottish woman had lived and worked in Australia too. That is my hand on one's shoulder and R was with the other woman in the photos taken by the waiter, and I have cropped us out of the photos, but they are ok photos of us too.
The elegantly presented food began to arrive after the aperitifs, then the wine flowed. Dessert followed with liqueurs and coffee. We had an absolute ball with these two women. The Scot remained Scottish with her sense of humour, which was great, but the Texan born broke down any stereotypical views I had of Americans. She did have a sense of irony and humour that might come from the bitchiest gay queen. It is not unreasonable to suggest that we were well and truly four sheets to the wind by the end of the cruise (dear Gosia, you will have to google four sheets to the wind).
Then we had to climb the Eiffel Tower, full of fine food and drinks. Fortunately we had queue bypass tickets and there was a lift. I was using my first digital camera and most of my photos of Paris were taken from from the coach. I did take some ok photos from the Eiffel Tower. I will show you the best of in the next Paris post.
So in no special order, RO, Sandra, Strayer, Dora, The Padre, Maribeth...you all live in the US. Maybe you know these lasses? Walt and Ken in France have family in the US. Maybe one of their family members will know them. (It is awful to explain jokes, but I know someone will take this seriously. Often when travelling, someone will say to an Australian something like, ah, my brother lives in Melbourne. Perhaps you know him? In a city of nearly 5 million people, it is unlikely)
Seriously, stranger things happen in this world than I would connect with these two women via this post.
At the end of wonderful Seine cruise, one of the women suggested we keep in touch via email. I metaphorically said luv, I said pet, I said luv. It is like two gay men exchanging phone numbers to keep in touch. Swap numbers, you will never hear from him again. One gives the phone number, and the onus is on the other to call. Call me! We had nothing in common with these women, but who knows what might happen if you give things a chance. I really regret not getting theirs, or giving them our email address. While unlikely, it may have been the beginning of a long term friendship.
It is really weird, like earlier this year when I remembered the lovely Jacqueline dying exactly one year after she she died, it is exactly ten years ago since we were in Paris. I began this post as soon as Walt started posting Paris photos but it only occured to me to do some work on it now, which meant finding the right dvd with the photos, and I realised the ten year thing. After looking at photos, I've remembered how beautiful is Paris. No city in the world that I have seen even comes close. Just don't walk on the grass in parks. It is