Ah well all good things must come to an end.
We are now back in Bangkok for a short break in our journey home. Left Paris in a flood of excitment and much waiting for the long trip back to Australia. Twelve hours to here travelling through the night then nine hours to Melbourne with a midnight departure. Had 8 hours of time adjustment and we will be totalled hazed out when we get back. But at least the bathroom will be finished, we hope.
Last few days in Paris were more low key. Went for a weekend visit to Montmatre to see Sacre Coeur and the street artist. Intriguing if expensive. Then we did a brief (3 hour) visit to the Louvre Museum. Barely scratched the surface, though of course we started underground visiting the foundations of the old castle that was razed to build the Louvre Palace. Squeezed through the crowds to see the Venus de Milo and Mona Lisa, which must have impressed Kiara because she bought herself a print of it. Also saw a wealth of statues and a gallery of old Italian painters and a room of Rubins.
After that Cath had a day off and I took the girls to see the gardens of Versailles. The Palace was closed which was good because the grounds weren’t as crowded, but so were a number of other areas including Marie Antionette’s model village which was not so good. Oh and it poured rain for part of the time.
Our final outing was to St Germaine and another fair, said to be the oldest in France, though most of the rides looked pretty modern.
So then for the trip home which was mostly the usually rush to make sure we weren’t late followed by the waiting around because we had no delays. Oh there was the little excitement at Charles de Gaulle airport when some one left their ‘baggage’ and we had to evacuate half the terminal. Then just as the robot was about to arrive some poor women toddler in tow, clopping along on ridiculous platform high heels charges up to the cordon and claims it. After a brief interrogation she is led away, only to clop back shortly after, collects the bag and is led away again. You feel a bit sorry for her, but only a bit.
Then it is the long, squeezy overnight flight to Bangkok on Austrian Airlines, via Vien. How the girls love Austrian Airlines.