After our flight had been delayed for an hour, we left the airport in Toronto near 1:00 am on 14 July to begin our family vacation. Finally we were in the air. I was not feeling too well as I had eaten something at the airport that my stomach did not agree with. I suspected I had a bit of food poisoning – though the flight attendants were convinced I was suffering from motion sickness. The flight was doubly uncomfortable for me (I do not enjoy flying) and I was relieved when we arrived in France. By the time we had landed in Paris, I was feeling better – and beginning to feel hungry (I had not eaten on the flight).
We were picked up at the airport by a family member who was pleased to see us. It was around 4pm on 14 July. It was Bastille day, one of France’s public holidays. Even though we were all feeling tired and desiring sleep, our host insisted we go out to eat a meal and afterwards go and watch the fireworks at the Eiffel tower. How could we say no? The first stop, though, was the supermarket where we bought a little food.
Thereafter we hopped into the car and drove to the Parisian city centre. From the parking we walked to the Champs Elysées, the main street in Paris. I hadn’t walked down this street in 29 years – and yet it felt like it had been yesterday. So much was the same – the wide sidewalks, the fast driving, and the uniqueness of the city.
We stopped at a restaurant (L’Alsace) to eat French cuisine as organised by my husband’s cousin – whom he met for the first time that evening. We ate hungrily and yet savoured the rich flavours of the food in front of us. Our first Parisian meal was delicious and definitely not a disappointment.
After chatting and eating, we walked to the Eiffel tower. The sun had set by then and we had been awake for a long time. (We had gained 6 hours while travelling).
My photos do not do justice to the amazing firework display that we saw. The following YouTube video will give you a good idea of the sight we beheld.
Staying up for the meal and the forework display was worth it and, as you can imagine, we slept well once we lay our heads down on the pillow. I had been up 21 hours and I welcomed the sleep.
Have you walked down the Champs Elysées?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2018
(This post is linked to Jo’s Monday Walk. Head on over to her place and go for walks around the world.)