Fortunately, my travel mojo returned overnight. 11:30 I was at the station for my 13:30 train to Paris. 40,000 plus ticketless Liverpool fans apparently went to Paris for a match against Spain. Spain won but the returning fans appeared be happy or maybe still drunk.
The train to Paris was only a little over two hours. I had a little lunch and bang we arrived.
It was a nice afternoon, so I decided to walk to my hotel. It took about and hour.
Along the way I was always happy to see an unmistakable landmark that confirmed that I was going the correct way.
I was overjoyed to turn the corner and see the hotel. It is a sweet little hotel. The front desk people speak excellent English. it is sort of in an alley, but the location is super.
I walked 5 miles today and ate a whole lot less. Something about being fed giant plates of food 3 times a day that makes eating less seem like a real treat.
well it is approaching 10pm. Going to inspect the map of Paris and think about what to do tomorrow. Then off to sleep.