A new place to stay in Paris – and loving its vibe.
From the moment we arrived in Stuttgart, we’ve had rain all the way. We were looking forward to a lie-in and then a lovely walk on Sunday morning in the Jardin du Palais Royal before getting on the train to get back to “that country” who has been trying to leave the EU! LOL!
The weather had definitely changed from the last week when blue skies and summer temperatures was the order of the day.
Instead, out came the raincoats –
We checked into The Hoxton – and checking it out.
Mum loved the room decor –
and was taking notes on things she liked.
It was quite late by the time we got in. And after a day on the train, we didn’t feel like checking out the scene in the hotel – which was hopping! Instead, Mum had room service. This is the French version of Fish-n-Chips.
The rain continued all night and since it wasn’t very nice outside, we had a lie-in and cancelled all plans.
Le Petit Dejeuner was delivered in a paper bag …
But we still had to go out for obvious reasons …
And catching glimpses of the neighbourhood.
Yaena had suggested we have lunch at Bambou – a short walk from the hotel. Again we were told we had to sit outside on the terrace. Yes, it was a rainy day but it is covered with heating. If it had been a nice day I am sure we wouldn’t have been the only ones seated outside as to was quite pretty outside.
And then the inevitable happened. We got onto another train.
We were inching closer to home – train to Calais Frethun. We exited from the train, looked up at the bridge above the platform and we saw Abdul, our driver form Folkestone Taxi. A smile, a wave and he met us at the top of the stairs. He wheeled the luggage while I dragged Mum to the closest grassy patch for a wee. Jumped into Abdul’s car and he drove to the Eurotunnel crossing.
First stop – Pet Reception. Passport and microchip check. Then Abdul took me for a walk and while it was Mum’s turn at the Ladies (always) …
We drove past the hooman passport controls, onto the Le Shuttle, 35 minutes of crossing and we were back on UK soil!
And as Abdul drove us to Folkestone West – the sky was ablaze with colour.
Just one more train – Folkestone to London. The slow journey was less than two hours but it seemed like the longest train journey! We’re home, George. We’ll see you real soon.
May’s comment: All the plans for a lovely Sunday morning stroll in the Jardin du Palais Royal didn’t quite materialise. Instead we had a proper lie-in. Much needed. No trains till later afternoon.
It’s easy to stay within our comfort zone but I’ve challenged myself to try other places. Well, this time we didn’t travel too far from our usual haunt.
We had learnt that The Hox is dog-friendly – and we love a well-designed place. An elegant 18th century residence in the 2nd arrondisement.
Love their decor – and there are lots of places to sit and have meals inside and outside on the courtyards. Very busy. But dogs are not allowed in their restaurant.
So what happened to Paris being so dog-friendly? Things have changed.
These are the other dog-friendly hotels in Paris that we have stayed in:
Westin Paris – though they allow dogs in the room, they are not allowed in any of the dinging areas, and they cannot be left in the room.