The Swan Whisperer bought croissants for our breakfast this morning, but not bread, as we knew we would eat out at lunchtime. Before we set out, I was able to buy a day-ticket for public transport on my phone, and then put one on the Swan Whisperer card, which, as I have his credit card details on my phone, too, he paid for! Result!
We decided to attend the 10:45 service at St Michael's, as it would have been an effort to have attended the more formal 09:30. However, the service was not really such as to enable me to worship, although the sermon was excellent!
After church, we caught a couple of buses to the Gare de Lyon, where we bought sandwiches. This was a mistake, as there were plenty of local restaurants and cafés, and the sandwiches we bought were so disgusting I couldn't eat more than half mine. Oh well. We had looked at the prices of the famous "Le Train Bleu" restaurant, but of course they were eye-watering! There was a bistro underneath, which might have been more reasonable, but we didn't see this until too late!
We walked up to Bastille from the Gare de Lyon, and then up the boulevard Richard-Lenoir, which goes up the tunnel section of the canal. To our joy, there was a massive street market on the roof of the tunnel, and we enjoyed walking along past the many stalls, although at 14:00 it began to close. But it was lovely while it lasted. By then, I was beginning to have had enough, so we went to find a bus, only to be told there wasn't one for another hour. So there was a lovely church - St Amboise - and we sat in a little public garden in front of it - it was much less windy today, and the sun was out, so felt a lot warmer. Plus I'd worn my scarf, which I'd neglected to do yesterday, and that made a huge difference. Anyway, Citymapper and Google both suddenly said the bus was coming in 6 minutes, and when we went to the bus stop, it agreed.
This was the first of several buses that eventually took us back to the campsite, via some of the less tourist parts of Paris - always fun to be away from the tourist areas. We did have to wait rather a long time at the Arc de Triomphe (okay, very touristy!) for the bus out to Porte Maillot, and then the campsite shuttle bus said we had to have bought tickets at the campsite, and we would have to take the public bus. I had a bit of a meltdown at that point, as with our history, we would have had to wait another 30 minutes, and I was done, but a very kind couple insisted we take their tickets and they would go on the public bus, which was lovely of them. The public bus stops several minutes' walk from the campsite, and it was as much as I could do to get from the gates to our motor home!
I then slept for an hour until I got chilled, so I woke up and wrapped myself in my scarf, and then it was time for our Zoom Bible Study, on sin, which was good, and then we went to the campsite restaurant for supper; we both had burgers, which were very good and came with chips, but far too much; I couldn't finish mine!
Tomorrow we leave Paris and head south, but I have no intention of getting out
of the WoMo other than to buy milk! With >12k steps today and >9k yesterday, I definitely need a rest day!
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