Post by georgeleitch on Apr 16, 2012 15:51:45 GMT -5
It's Saturday! The weekend! All of Paris is out and about walking up and down our street while we laze in bed. Actually once we got up and had breakfast Stella said that she wanted to go to some church or other as there was a great big head outside it and she wanted a pic. Unfortunately the head wasn't there nor was there a body or any sign of the dratted thing but it was a good walk and my blisters weren't too bad so it was very enjoyable. Lunch was a baguette and cheese. Tres Parisian and along with a bottle of water was enough as we were going out for dinner later that evening. Did the usual walkabout until collapsing over the way at the little bar for a Ricard or two.
We had booked a table at the Eiffel tower before we left and this was the night. We got dressed and set off for the Metro. Unremarkable journey, the carriage was busy as always and I was strap-hanging all the way to Trocadero. On alighting I felt for my camera which I was sure I had stuck in my pocket before we left but, no sign of it. I thought that I had probably left it back at the apartment so didn't really bother. I was a bit upset at my stupidity for not bringing it as wanted yet more pics of the tower all lit up and sparkly. Anyway we got to the tower and were told that 3 of the elevators were kaput and it would be some time before we could get to the restaurant. Eventually we got up to the first floor and were seated in the main room but no window seats.The meal itself was excellent if a bit over priced but the ambiance and the view were outstanding as you would expect.
After finishing and buying the usual souvenir at the shop off we went home. No camera at the apartment. I can only assume that my pocket had been picked on the metro or even before we got on but who knows where and when it happened. We went to the police station on the Monday to report the crime but they were very dismissive and wouldn't even fill out a report which has screwed me with any insurance claim. The camera itself doesn't bother me even though it was a gift from the kids for Christmas a couple of years ago but the pictures on it were priceless. All of our grand daughter's earliest pics and some of the ceremony I had come over from Canada to attend are all lost.
And so to bed grumbling about thieves and pick pockets and how they should all be shot or hung.
We had booked a table at the Eiffel tower before we left and this was the night. We got dressed and set off for the Metro. Unremarkable journey, the carriage was busy as always and I was strap-hanging all the way to Trocadero. On alighting I felt for my camera which I was sure I had stuck in my pocket before we left but, no sign of it. I thought that I had probably left it back at the apartment so didn't really bother. I was a bit upset at my stupidity for not bringing it as wanted yet more pics of the tower all lit up and sparkly. Anyway we got to the tower and were told that 3 of the elevators were kaput and it would be some time before we could get to the restaurant. Eventually we got up to the first floor and were seated in the main room but no window seats.The meal itself was excellent if a bit over priced but the ambiance and the view were outstanding as you would expect.
After finishing and buying the usual souvenir at the shop off we went home. No camera at the apartment. I can only assume that my pocket had been picked on the metro or even before we got on but who knows where and when it happened. We went to the police station on the Monday to report the crime but they were very dismissive and wouldn't even fill out a report which has screwed me with any insurance claim. The camera itself doesn't bother me even though it was a gift from the kids for Christmas a couple of years ago but the pictures on it were priceless. All of our grand daughter's earliest pics and some of the ceremony I had come over from Canada to attend are all lost.
And so to bed grumbling about thieves and pick pockets and how they should all be shot or hung.