Five nights in Paris:
Patchy COVID certificate checks on the TGV.
Everyone with masks.
No luggage space.
Back in the big city: budget more time to get anywhere, random late-night spicy noodles.
One fantastic cocktail bar.
Not a single French speaker in the line.
10,000 steps each day.
Wonderful “I’m feeling lucky” museum choice.
All about recorded sound: people will basically do anything to listen to their music.
Fewer pedestrianised areas than expected.
Drivers appropriately afraid of those on foot.
Stick to the cameraphone.
No hope of booking a hot restaurant for dinner.
Revisit one fondly-remembered spot from our first trip together.
Groan at “influencers”.
Walk for hours along the Seine on reclaimed highway.
See friends again, meet new arrivals.
Europe on the crest of a clear fourth wave as we arrived; Omicron breaks; stay at home for the next while.
Guess I still enjoy travelling, though.