Paris
Last week I had my last “holiday” before I start work (i.e. the next time I have a holiday I’ll have to book time off and use up a relatively short holiday allowance and so on); a comparatively short three-night break in Paris with my brother. I’ve been on holiday in France several times in the past, and I even worked there for 10 weeks two years ago, but I’d never been to the capital city. Since Easyjet fly there comparatively cheaply from Bristol, and I’m still slightly wary of travelling somewhere where I don’t understand any of the language*, I decided that Paris would be a good choice of short break.
The weather wasn’t brilliant, but it didn’t rain much, so we had a good time walking round the usual tourist venues without having to visit a single museum.
My photos from the trip are on Flickr.
*I got an A* at GCSE French, which means I can just about fumble my way through buying a beer or lunch or train tickets without needing too many hand gestures. I can also decipher most roadsigns, food packages and menus without too much trouble. Which all seems a bit pointless, because as soon as a native French speaker hears me mumbling Franglais they respond in brilliant English, and most of the menus in the sort of place we were eating in Paris are bilingual. At least I can figure out which toilets are the gents without too much trouble…