Paris back to London

This morning, Jean met us at the apartment to collect our keys and visit a bit. 

He was so kind to arrange a taxi for us 

 back to the train station (which will not only hold us, but also our luggage).


Leaving the Paris apartment.

Bye, Montmartre. We will miss you!

Passing time in Paris du Nord Train Station

 Well, I guess if you are on strike (trains/Paris), you are permitted to protest/strike 
without regard to damaging passengers' ears. 
I am fairly certain that the decibel level of those blow horns as we walk by are beyond dangerous. Yikes! 
We were so grateful to get past all that racket and to our platform. Ready to board!

Isaiah is cozy on the Chunnel back to London.

This is the Eurostar. We love the amount of luggage space above. 

In our hotel room not too far from the Euston Station in London.

Just more hotel room photos. 

Really small room--the beds actually face each other. 
The room is certainly taller than it is wide or long.
Also, there is no lift. Ahhh, we love our luggage. 
More details about this place in the next blog entry.

Went out for a walk and to St. Pancras Station area so Isaiah could feed the pigeons. 

The pigeons in Paris are far more fat than the pigeons in London.

I guess the kid is trying to help them gain weight.

You can see Dax's shadow and Isaiah's shadow on the left side of this photo.

 Isaiah is throwing some food out for the pigeons and Dax is in his ball cap sitting and watching.

Of course, while in the area, we had to swing by and eat at Prezzo's.

Isaiah (and Dax) being silly at Prezzo's. I think this interaction went something like, 

"Yeah, that's right. I chew and throw a wicked fast ball."

Giggle box!

Cutting up some more back in our hotel room.

He said, "I'm soooo British. Look at my extended pinky."

Tomorrow, we will catch and train and a ship to Ireland.