Our hotel the L’Hotel du Collectionneur is in the 8th Arrondissement and a short 10- 15 walk to the Arc de Triomphe and the Avenue des Champs Elysées.
We 3 Sisters and Richard went off to have a look at these famous landmarks and to find somewhere to eat. As it was August not many will be open. August is the month when a lot of business’s take the month off for their annual holidays.
As I said in the previous post we were told of 2 ways to get to the Avenue des Champs Elysées, right and right or left and left from the hotel.
Yes we chose right and right. Oh what a busy Avenue, tourists everywhere. To see the Arc de Triomphe in real life is amazing. Restaurants are all open on the Avenue as its such a busy street, I think every tourist in Paris was there that evening. Of course the prices on the Avenue are a bit dearer than elsewhere.
We wandered up to the Arc de Triomphe, my camera clicking all the way. So many sights and sounds and smells. People from all walks off life all gather to see the Arc. The avenue is cobblestones and only a couple of weeks before was the Paris Marathon. I don’t fancy running on those stones! Walking was hard let alone running.
You can pay to go up to the top of the Arch De Triomphe we chose not to as there was a huge line up of people waiting to go up. “do not attempt to cross over to the Arc on the road….cars coming from everywhere…its in the middle of 12 Avenues!! There are tunnels underneath, much safer and easier. Just remember to hold onto your bag!
We decided we would walk to the River Seine and try to get some dinner around there. I let my sisters do the navigating as they had been there before. Somehow we ended up on the other side of the Arc and were trying to figure out on the map which way we should go. We must have looked a site as a man across the other side of the road somehow made his way over to where we were. Risking his life to cross that road. He spoke no English yet he understood my sisters french. A lot of hand gestures and showing us on the map he got us in the right direction. Whoever said the French are rude must have been rude to them first. He was very helpful and kind and also funny. He probably went home to dinner that night and had a laugh about the 4 tourists from Australia who could not read a map! For anyone knowing their whereabouts we were on the Foch Avenue heading away from the Seine River. Looking at the map now we were going in the wrong direction. It wont be the last time we get lost in Paris!
We wandered back the way he showed us on the map, deciding that the next Bistro or Restaurant we find will have some dinner.
I don’t even remember the name of the place we stopped at. I know it was a bistro. A couple sat at the next table to us. We chatted to them. They were from the states and visit Paris every year. She said they eat at this bistro a lot. I had chicken and chips.
We gave up walking to the Seine River. It had been a long day and we were tired after all the walking we had done in getting lost. So we made our way back to the hotel, to get some much-needed sleep as the next day was to be another busy day in Paris.