
Arrived in London after a disappointingly 70s and rather grimy trip on the First Scotrail sleeper (‘I’m sorry – we’ve only got on cafetiere and it’s in use’). The rolling stock is a disgrace, though the staff did their best. Still, Once at St Pancras, everything became really easy. Loads of interesting cafes for breakfast (try Paul or Le Pain Quotidien, both French)and then Susan and Martha went off with Susan’s sister Jane for a frenzied morning’s shopping. I wandered about the British Library and the three wonderful squares on the way to the British Museum (Russell, Tavistock and Bloomsbury) checked out some vintage camera shops and dozed on park benches.
The Eurostar was easy, fast, reliable and comfortable. Swoosh, we’re in Paris, two and a half hours. Easy taxi ride to the hotel, Le Grand Hotel Des Gobelins in the 13th Arrondisement. Very good. Metro to the Eiffel Tower, vertigo, great Italian food and a view of the tower from the window. Not bad.

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