Paris

When we were convinced we were heading home in May, we booked our holiday on the Eurostar to Paris, as we promised ourselves we wouldn’t go home without doing the Eiffel Tower. Blog regulars will note that when we were here last time in the middle of winter it was freezing, rainy and foggy. This was much better.

Hanging around in Montmarte we were spoilt for choice for fruit vendors. We just had to indulge in an extremely large punnet of strawberries that didn’t last half a block.

The Sacre Couer at Montmarte. Luckily the funicular was broken so Peg’s knee got a good workout heading up millions of steps and then down again. The view was worth it, though

And what a great view!

Close-up of the Sacre Couer. It was even more beautiful on the inside.

Our hotel was literally a hundred metres from the Moulin Rouge in a really interesting part of town.

Us doing the tourist thing on the open-top bus. It’s the most efficient way of seeing Paris with a knee injury and pick up a nice bit of sunburn at the same time.

A flower! Oh, and the Eiffel Tower.

Part of the Notre Dame entrance. Out the front of the Notre Dame is a point where all the distances from Paris are measured. Just to the East of this is where all the executions happened!

The Notre Dame

A different kind of Parisian chauffeur.

Guess where we are????? Much more sun this time, though.

On the Sunday we decided to spoil ourselves and do a luxury wine cruise with complimentary lunch. Maybe it was the other way around… Either way it was excellent and a beautiful way to spend a gorgeous sunny afternoon in Paris, on the Seine.

Quite happy after our delicious wine. I mean lunch.

Peg on the bus somewhere in Paris. Doesn’t matter where. It was all good. Rue something or other.

Drew was getting rather excited about doing the final lap of the Tour de France. Only on a bus. Peg had a hard time convincing Drew that this was a little too early to stake his claim on a spot to watch the last stage of the Tour.

The Eiffel Tower’s bum.

How many times do you get to go to Paris? We think only 3 times, so this time we thought we’d better celebrate in case it was the last. What better way to celebrate than with a bottle of French Champagne – Veuve Cliquot!

Little did Peg know, Drew had ulterior motives behind the champagne. On bended knee, under the Eiffel Tower, on a beautiful sunny day, Drew asked Peg to marry him.

She said no, of course. Quickly followed by an emphatic yes.

She was very happy that day. So happy in fact that, because we were pressed for time, it was no problem doing the 720 stairs up then back. With or without an ACL, she had an engagement ring that was a very good way of taking her mind off the pain! What pain??!

Try getting a photo without Peg’s new ring. Just like that damn London Eye and Venetian pigeons! In the background of the photo, under the tree, where the path forks, is where Drew asked Peg to marry him. Tres romantique!

The happy fiancé(e)s on top of the world! But physically on top of the Eiffel Tower.

The view from the top. By the way, did you know we’re engaged? Peg’s got a big sparkly rock on her finger. She’s rather happy about that.