Time for the next leg of our adventure

If you’re keeping track — and you really should be; it’s easy with our Keeping Track page — we’ve disembarked from the Viking ship and made our way to London via the Eurostar.

Here’s the Gare du Nord station in Paris. It’s a beautiful station with a history dating back to the 1860s. I was entranced the whole time we were there. Y’all know how I am about all things history.

We took the Eurostar to London, which meant we went through a tunnel under the English Channel. I was a bit nervous going through a tunnel under water for 20 minutes, but somehow I managed to keep calm. And when I say “somehow” I mean:

The Eurostar people took very good care of me.

When we arrived at the St. Pancras station in London, here’s the first thing I saw:

It’s a gigantic clock! “Quelle heure est-il” is still the question of the day, but now we can say, “What time is it?” in English. Try it with a British accent. You might end up with: “I say, could I bother you for the time?”

If you can’t read the wording below it in pink, it says: “I want my time with you.” Isn’t that sweet?

We’re staying in the St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel. This place is amazing. We’ll post photos soon on the Oooh Look How Pretty page.

Time to check in with les alligators

Vif and Vrai continue to have a grand old time — when they aren’t confusing the room steward or surprising museum security people who find them in the x-ray machine.

It should surprise no one that they’re always champing at the bit to take over the travelogue:

Here they are on our balcony:

That photo was taken when we were in Le Pecq (a suburb of Paris). Speaking of which, here’s another photo taken from our balcony. Paris has so many really nice walking / biking trails that run alongside the Seine.

Here’s a close-up of that statue on the corner of the bridge. You can probably tell that it was a cold day. Someone should give her a blanket.

That time I channeled my inner Julia Child

Well, truth be told, I don’t have an “inner Julia Child.” I don’t aspire to master French cuisine — or any cuisine, being partial to take-out when at home and room service when traveling.

However, we did have lunch today at La Couronne in Rouen.

I sought out this particular restaurant because the food here is what inspired Ms. Child to get involved in French cooking … and the rest, as they say, is history.

Speaking of history, this place has been here since 1345. That’s impressive. Actually, anything older than Charleston (1670) impresses me.

It wasn’t always a restaurant. It started as an inn/tavern (here they call it an “auberge”). It faces the square where Joan of Arc was killed.

It’s an absolutely charming restaurant, and the food is perfection (they won a Michelin star in 2019). We had grilled steak and a bottle of red and lingered for almost three hours. Y’all know my typical speed is fast-forward, so you can take that lingering as a testament to the relaxed ambience.

The one time I did NOT want to eat the chocolate

See these two masterpieces? They’re made of chocolate.

I’m not kidding.

They’re housed in the Maison Georges Larnicol shop in Montmartre, and these photos don’t come close to doing them justice.

The detail on these pieces is amazing. What incredible skill it must take to be able to do this. I would love to just watch this person work.

For those wondering what we do with our time instead of resuming our Rummikub championship

When one treks across the city to have lunch at Le Train Bleu followed by a stroll through the Jardin du Luxembourg, there’s not a lot of time to break out the tiles and get a game going.

We were going to storm the Bastille just for the heck of it, but it’s not there any more. Just this impressive monument.

Then we strolled around and found this bar, where the “I drink, therefore I am” jokes just write themselves. (Hat tip to Monsieur Rene’.)

It was a great day of strolling, which we don’t do enough of back home. It was totally worth putting off our championship play for a bit.