After months of living on the road Woody had accumulated enough miles to stay in a very nice hotel one block from the Place Vendome. The Marriott Vendome was really nice and everyone was helpful and set us off in the right direction. We became very good at using the appropriate French words for hello, please and thank you. I of course used, "I would like" often as I have many needs!
Here is Woody waiting in the hotel lobby on me to get ready for a jaunt around the city
Mr. and Mrs. Metler rented a wonderful apartment around the corner from the Metro Javel. The view was terrific of the Seine and right down the road was the Eiffel Tower.
The apartment was two rooms with a small kitchen and bathroom but spacious for a European apartment. Debbie said the gentleman that owned the place had left for the south of France. Another highlight was that it was located only a short subway ride away from Roland Garros.
Madame Metler looking very French!
Woody became the expert at finding our way around the Metro and Debbie was equally as good for team Metler. Russ and I gleefully followed along.
Woody and I had dinner there one evening. Debbie and I were planning on going shopping at the grocery around the corner but it was closed for the religious holiday. (Those French are so pious you know they have the day off for the Ascension of Christ). Since Woody and Russ were back at the apartment, tired from walking all day we were ready to settle for McDonald's when we ended up meeting a Frenchmen on the street with a daughter in Texas. He was really nice and took us to a French restaurant and arrange for take out! The owners were so nice, but the patron's gave us a dirty look. Only Americans come to France for To-Go meals!
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