Mummy decided she could not deal with a 12 hour overnight train ride from Nice to Paris and then getting on another train the next morning to Calais! She thought it would be fun to spend an evening in Paris. I thought – great idea! I was intrigued by the short taxi trip the other day when we had to go from Gare du Nord to Gare de Lyon.
So we got an earlier train than planned and arrived in Paris around 18.15, got into a taxi queue – and guess what – found out that not all taxis are keen to take dogs. Mummy had an instinct to bring my tote bag – just in case and she did put it to good use. Into the tote bag I went – which is something I am used to. I sit in it comfortably. That way we got into a taxi sooner than we would have otherwise. There was an lady before us who stood there for a log time waiting for a taxi who waved her over.
After we checked into the hotel, we rushed out to Trocadero – for our photo opp! And we took a lot of pictures. The sun was setting so it made a nice background.
I was more interested in going to the park area.
We rushed back to the hotel as it was getting late and went to dinner at Hotel Costes.
I got some hand me downs … love the bits of foie gras. And yes it’s ok, the vet says.
After a full meal, we walked around the streets to digest our food. We walked to Place Vendome and saw some funny “art installation” – people standing around like the art work on the hoarding of The Ritz.
I am glad we got to spend some time here – but nowhere really to run. But it was nice to walk around the streets of gay Paree!
May’s comment: So I find out the taxis are not dog friendly except when you find one that has a dog. For every taxi driver that takes dogs there are three that would not. Restaurants are a lot more relaxed and so are the hotels – some more than others. Feel that the French hotels are more relaxed than the international brands. Not a lot of places for dogs to run freely.