THURSDAY 7TH JUNE

The rotten alarm went off an hour early so it was up and at em to clean the appartment and leave it nice for the next people moving in. Second task was to go down to La Poste at Sainte Project in Sainte Christoly and get the second box of stuff out of our hair and onto Australie. Sainte Project was Cardinal Project who was murdered in 694 AD. Guy had phoned work before breakfast to find out that the box sent from Biarritz a week earlier had arrived there. Once the second one was despatched we breated a 7kg siigh of relief and went to Place Saint Christoly for a coffee.

Next task to get our tram tickets and back to the appartment via Paul's to get our baguettes for lunch and for late afternoon tea on the TGV. Fully provisioned we tackled the floating floor boards and we soon had them shinning like new. One of the owners popped into the open door to ask us to knock on the door before we left. When we did we spent some time over a coffee and hot chocolate to talk about the big development behind the apartments. Poor things had been worried about the big machines outside destroying the old warehouse adjacent thinking we would complain about the noise and move out. Nothing further from the truth.

We departed and headed toward the river to get our tram to St Jean Gare. We waited in the lounge watching the other TER and TGV trains coming and going and soon ours arrived from Hendaye on the Spanish border and we acquired out seats in first class from Madam espagnola who thought she could have them as well as her own. Not with this black duck squadron onboard. It was superb trip back to Paris taking in all the vastness of the country side at high speed in the midst of polishing off all the food and the new deserts from the iDZap Zazosa dinning car. What the heck does that mean - its not even French!! Mon Dieu.

Arrived incident free at Montparnasse at 6:41 and onto the no91 bus headed east for the Latin quarter. 20 minutes later we arrived at the appartment block and after stuffing up the entry codes the owner came down to help us get into the building.

This place is right in the loft of the roof - delightful views over everything.

A walk to the Seine and Notre Dame was compulsory and so was a visit to the island based hotel Caroline stayed at last time she was there. On Isle de Cite.

We had dinner at a lovely little Auberge de Moulin, that makes traditionelle food and the waiters wear white shirts and black aprons and berets and speak their own french lingo that no one else can comprehend. But who cares eh?

Afterwards we walked back from Notre Dame to the appartment down a 2 km street FULL of restaurants most of which were completely full. It ends us running into the roundabout that our street shares and the roundabout is surrounded by all sorts of market shops during the day. Should be fun shopping here for the essentials. It is the Uni zone, so lots of young people here.