Paris: The tower and the lock

Well. Didn't blog last night. The hotel in Nemours doesn't bear thinking about.  You know... one of those places where there are 20 tradies vans parked outside, and the start rating goes up because a girl stayed there... who wasn't paid for. Needless to say... no wifi to speak of.

Anyway, this morning we made the short hop into Paris and have treated ourselves to... ready for this... 2 nights in an Executive Suite at the Novotel (Paris - Charenton).  Just lovely.  Can you believe the mini bar is complimentary!

So there were 2 things we wanted to get done today.  Visit the tower again, and track down the little love lock that we left on Pont des Arts bridge last year. We did both, and climbed the tower, yes I mean using the stairs, to the second level.

Now... here's my 3 stage cure for vertigo. 1) Ride a motorcycle over Grossglockner Pass in Austria. 2) Ride over a dozen or so other passes in Italy and Switzerland including Stelvio, Susten, Grimsel and La Bonnette. 3) Jump off the side of a bloody big mountain at Zermatt suspended only by a parasail and a swiss guy who you hope knows what he's doing.  Now if you do all that, I promise you, climbing this Eiffel Tower thingy they have here is a easy peasy.  You can even go right up the the wire mesh to take photos and not have the slightest problem. Dead set.

Then, we used up the last of our leg muscles by waking back along the river to Pont des Arts where we found our lock we put there a year ago.  Was actually quite a special moment really.  And to cap it off, I hassled a pommie busker into letting me play his guitar... actually on the bridge.  Not quite sure what the asian couple having their wedding snaps taken at the same time thought of it all... but hey... that's Paris.  It is what it is. 

And just to demonstrate just how anything can happen in this place. We chilled out on the grass for a little while, as you do, and just near us were a young couple with some juggling balls and a ukelele.  Out of nowhere  he pulled out some music, she sat down and in their best attempt at english started playing a song.  I managed to film a little. You can just make it out in the vid (turn the volume up) but I have to include it.  Can you believe Midnight Oil's - Beds are Burning.  Seriously.  Brought the biggest smiles to our face.  I thanked him as we left.

So for you're enjoyment this morning I have attached lots of happy snaps. Some of the long haul to Nemours yesterday (partly in the rain) and also todays little hop.  And also our wanderings up the tower and along the Seine River.

You know, for all it's faults, Paris really is a lovely way to spend a few days.  But for us, it's a little more than us.  It's the little bit of relaxation before the run back to England, catching up with our dear friends, and then the ride back to Royston to return the best motorcycle I have even ridden.  More on that later, as she really does deserve a little mention all to herself.

So... here's some more of our ride from the last 2 days, and this afternoon in Paris.