So I’m on my way to Kings Cross St Pancras getting ridiculously excited about my trip. I head into the small Marks and Spencer within the station to pick up some food for the ride. This was a nightmare as I had to deal with my crutches, luggage and a hand basket, but I did it!
Unlike my usual travel patterns, I left my house in good time to make sure that I wasn’t as stressed out as I usually am. Upon arriving at the departure gate and getting my stuff through security (where I am always sure to set off the alarm), I meet a lovely woman who helps me straight away.
Always walking by here at St Pancras, but now I got to use it!
Seeing my various pieces of metalwork she tells me which platform my train will be departing from and where would be the best to sit and wait to save me the extra hassle. I thought that was really nice of her and showed her forward thinking, especially when she told me that the escalator would be best for me to get to my correct car number.
Getting on the train was not as simple as I had to battle with the stairs from the platform to the train with my luggage but I just couldn’t to wait to get to the city of love and start exploring.
Not the easiest thing to deal with, but I’ve had worse!
It must be said that travelling while crip will empty your wallet quite quickly as when I reached Gare du Nord (which wasn’t as bad as people had led me to believe) I had to purchase tickets for the city that would last me until Monday as I also purchased a Navigo card which is usually used by locals as you need a passport sized photo with you. But unlike my other holidays, I was slightly more prepared this time!
Navigo cards last 10 years, cost 5€ for the card itself and require you to have a passport sized picture at the time of purchase.
And on top of all of this, I still had to go outside and wait for a taxi outside the station as it would have just been impossible for me to use the metro with my suitcase, especially with how many stairs and so few lifts and escalators the metro system has. All in all, I spent nearly 50€ on transportation in the space of 20 minutes. Ah, the joys of using crutches.
The following day after a much needed lie in, I went touring the city and saw everything that I possibly could Tour Eiffel,
So awesome seeing the tower up close. Tour Montparnasse there in the background.
Arc de Triomphe,
Took a long time to get a shot with no cars in the way.
Palais du Justice,
As with many tourist hotspots in Paris, if you are under 26 you get free admission with proof of age, such as a passport, drivers licence etc.
Notre Dame Cathedral,
and all the little side streets and alleyways in between.
Statue by Iena station, not too far from the Eiffel Tower.
By this point I had been walking pretty much all day and had only my M&S berry smoothie with me and decided that I better eat now before I passed out in a foreign city. Which is when it dawned on me, nothing is open in Paris on a Sunday after 5pm. I kept wandering around after I tried recommended restaurants on Rue Lucien Sampaix and Rue du Chateau d’Eau and they were both closed and everything in between. I was really quite surprised by this as while many places in London do close earlier on a Sunday, restaurants would still be open late into the night, regardless. And I had expected the same from Paris which is a large city with lots to do and lots to see, but not if it’s on a Sunday apparently. Lesson learned.
Thankfully I was able to find somewhere that had steak and fries on a cute little chopping board.
Having exhausted myself all day, I head back to my hotel and watched Bridget Jones’ Diary because I can’t help but fall in love with Colin Firth (Mr Darcy) every time he’s on my screen.
There’s so much to see and so much to do in Paris that you would need many, many visits to even experience half of it. This is one of the aspects of the city that made me fall in love with it; even just walking around different arrondisements [districts] there was so much beauty to behold.