I've heard so many stories about being ripped off, robbed and lost that I am totally suspicious of everyone around me.
I am in a hostel quite a way out, in the 18th district, and I got here from Switzerland at about 8pm. The Metro rail system is super-easy to use, which was a relief.
I got here and suddenly felt very alone, so to quell my beating heart, I decided to get out amongst it!
I caught three trains to the Eiffel Tower and took lots of photos with a billion other tourists. I was tempted to buy waffles or crepes but the fear of not being able to speak decent French was too much.
The stereotypes surrounding Paris are actually quite true:
- One lady asked a man at the Metro ticket booth, "do you speak English?", to which he responded, "parlez vous en Francais?" and she stumbled her way through asking for her tickets in French.
- French men tend to make their opinion of women well known. It has been a very long time since a man on the street made a comment of the positive variety regarding my appearance... five minutes down the street from the hostel I had to employ that "don't fuck with me" stare that I haven't had to use for a long time.
- Tourists are targeted for everything... tacky Eiffel Tower souvenirs, caricature drawings, "mademoiselle, you are so beautiful, let me draw your face!"... er, no thank you...
On the last train back I experienced two very different things... 1. A man dropped his dacks and exposed himself to four teenage girls, who promptly ignored him, and I stared at him in that nasty way I have rediscovered... thank God he got off the train at the stop before me. 2. Two men got on the train and began playing an accordian and a violin... then swore at us when we didn't give them any money!!
So I have made it through one evening unscathed, except for an unpleasant lasting memory of the flasher... ho hum, such is life in Paris...


We have spent lots of time together, more time than we have since I lived at home years ago, so it is intense and refreshing.
Yesterday we spent the day in Zurich and shopped, took lots of photos...
... went to the 
... discovered gorgeous shops in back alleys (one that was a lot like
Above The outside of Lilli Tulipan's... and below is the inside. We spent about an hour giggling and looking at all the pretty things...
And I bought one of the deer, below in the photo, left, under the chandelier... adorable!
We also ate (more) German food again (love it!) and walked for HOURS... We got home in the late evening after the rain washed us out of the city and onto a train.
Above: A paper goods shop we found in a back street of Zurich. We watched the lady cover some boxes and folders in old maps and pretty paper. She was very clever.
Yesterday (Monday) Jo's host mother Maggie took us to the Rheinfall, waterfalls on the Rhine, very close to the German border. (See photo above) It was pretty amazing, so loud and absolutely huge. The Rhine is the greenest water I have ever seen, it's like the ocean but clear. We took a boat ride out to a huge rock lookout in the middle of the falls and climbed the steepest stairs ever to the top with about 30 other people all speaking different languages.
We then went into Germany to one of the very old villages, Laufenburg (above), where it suddenly occurred to me that I was in fact on the other side of the world!! More dollhouse buildings, painted in different colours, each with coloured shutters and window boxes of geraniums. So many buildings in this area have that, even the most glamourous or most dilapidated buildings have geraniums growing in window boxes!... the village also had cobbled, narrow streets and flags everywhere... Swiss, German, French and Italian. People drive their little European cars up these tiny streets and everyone says "achtung!!" (careful/watch out) and jumps out of the way.
Jo and I got up early today and caught the train to Zürich (50 mins) then another train to Lucerne (another 50 minutes)... what a beautiful city! (Photo above is the chapel bridge in Lucerne) Built around Lake Lucerne, and surrounded by alps (not that we could really see them, it was 10 degrees, cloudy and raining), the city has some amazing buildings (yes, more shuttered windows and geraniums!), bridges, little paved squares behind main streets and various museums. When the rain came down we disappeared into the Picasso museum to see an exhibition of the photographs taken by Picasso's friend Duncan in the 60s and 70s. There were also three small rooms housing some of Picasso's original works.

about the whole fiasco in the front yard, (outside their palace) and I managed to snap a few very sweet shots of my favourite bunnies. (Yes, Cookie is poking her tongue out... or licking her "lips". And Milo is licking his foot in that other picture - a feat only animals can do, thankfully... oops, no pun intended)













