“Joyeaux Noel,” or Merry Christmas to all my friends from Paris.
We arrived in Paris yesterday from Copenhagen. My son, Jordan, was surprised that he didn’t need to show his passport or stop for customs in Paris. We walked straight through and avoided those who guided us towards their taxi service. I wasn’t sure if they were legitimate taxi drivers, so we followed the arrow to “Taxis,” where several cars were waiting.
Everything is closed on Christmas Day, except for the bakers. We bought several loaves of fresh bread this morning for our French Christmas dinner tonight.
Dad and Jill offered champagne and canapes (small appetizers) to celebrate our arrival in Paris.
I’m getting used to youth hostels, however something strange happened in Copenhagen. I booked a double room with a shower. The bathroom had a baseball-cap sized sink, and I didn’t realize the shower was attached to the ceiling. You were supposed to turn on the faucet and pull on the pop-up drain stopper to make the water spray from the shower above us. This meant that the entire bathroom became the shower.
Our Copenhagen Downtown Youth Hostel was located in the perfect place to walk on Stroget, the famous pedestrian street in Copenhagen, Tivoli, and the little Mermaid.
I hope you have a lovely Christmas and holiday with your family and friends.