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.

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.

When you have more time than expected before the vaca starts

So our flight was delayed. That’s ok, we didn’t have anything else to do today except wait and fly and wait and fly.

While we waited, we strolled through the airport, and I noticed this billboard:

I couldn’t agree more: Extraordinary DOES happen here. At CofC and everywhere else in the Holy City.

It reminded me of a joke I heard a while back. This little old lady who lived on South Battery (Charlestonians will get this) was asked where she goes for vacation.

Her answer: “Why would I go somewhere? I’m already hey-uh.” (She’s speaking in Charlestonese, y’all.)

It’s cute, but it’s also true. Charleston has the best and the most of anywhere you’d want to go — at least that’s what native Charlestonians believe. (And it’s true.)

So why are we heading across the pond when we have extraordinary right in our own back yards?

Well. Because it’s a majestic thing to broaden one’s horizons. Because it’s good to seek out new lives and new civilizations (as the Trek Universe explains). And because Vif and Vrai took the time to learn French with Duolingo.

They certainly seem to be enjoying themselves so far.

P.S. When I took this photo, some people at the table next to us were pointing and laughing. I looked over and said, “Their names are Vif and Vrai.” They stopped laughing and looked the other way. Clearly they’ve never encountered traveling alligators.