The night before our departure from our London hotel, Jackie had a challenge with an unusually high bathtub...hurdling it to get out proved more than her short legs could clear..... she took a fall and badly bruised her leg and one heal. In a lot of pain we had to baby her to the train station by cab, for a two hour trek via the high speed train to Paris.
I knew the minute we arrived at the train station in Paris, that we really had taken "English" for granted. Trying to figure out how to catch a cab with a hobbling family member was our first communication issue. There was a long taxi line, but a man approached us from out of no where with a promise that he could get us on a cab without a wait...we blindly followed him as we weaved in and out of the crowd until in fact he boarded us on a hotel bound taxi.....although he was not too happy with our 4 USD tip. US money in Europe is not held in high regard. First on our agenda was lunch. After finding a nearby restaurant we knew it might be a problem when a tuxido attired matre d sat us and offered a menu of rabbit, duck and other animals we had no appitite for. Exit stage left.
Down the street our next choice happily had a good ole HAMBURGER. Perfect!
