|The view from my hotel room.|
|Waiting for the bus to come. That's the tower I mentioned.|
|Re-painted white patches at the presumably emergency staircase.|
|So many flats, but nobody was seen. René Magritte-esque place!|
|It looks pretty from inside the Metro station against blue sky!|
At the metro station, I saw people. They were apparently commuting or going to school. They looked busy and purposeful. I joined them. I had a glimpse of the white high apartments, which looked spooky last night. They were pretty against blue sky. But they still looked spooky. Why didn't they build houses instead of high rises? There are obviously plenty land around here. I was thinking about it when I got in the train.
I arrived 30 minutes earlier than the arrival of the train coming from Ashford. There were lots of engineers working on cables under the floor. I saw so many different coloured cables running. They were for the electric notice board for arrival.
Mike found me and spread his arms wide. I was so glad to see him again. We went back to our usual cafe, Paul. Mike had breakfast(there were no freshly baked pastries again!), and I ordered espresso. We caught up with each other's story.
|Opera House. I love the lamp post! It reminds me of La Opera at Paris!|
|A lampshade shop|
|Delicious looking quiches|
|A flower shop|
|Our favourite, Coq Hardi. Handsome building!|
|The view form our table. Looking at the theatre direction.|
|Local beer. My empty glass.|
|View of the Square. Our Coq Hardi is the second building from the left.|
|Irresistible looking Macaroons at Méo|
|View of the square.|
|5 Euro. A real bargain!|
|Surprise! Mike found Le Pain Quotidien on the same street as the porcelain shop was! But there was no almond croissants (my most favourite) there : (|
We peeked inside the remain of an old palace, which is upstairs of Office de Tourisme. Stained glasses were beautiful.
This little building has more characters than large neighbors.
|This building reminds me of Disney film of 'The little house'.|
|I felt as if I time-tripped to the Middle age.|
To avoid any confusion and another trouble, we went back to the station one hour before the departure time. We asked Eurostar staff to put our seats together. At the UK border controls, a female officer asked me why I held a ticket for the day before, (I explained) she said that the rule had changed they don't transfer visa to a new passport any longer, so I have to carry two passports, old and new one when I travel. Something is not right with this new rule.
The trains was delayed by 30 minutes. It was unusual in our experience. There were several security people aboard checking tickets. Then there was announcement. They want to check unclaimed luggage in coach 17. So people in coach 17 were asked to return to their carriage. Bomb alerts? I whispered Mike. I turned back to a lady who was in the train from Brussels. She said that she traveled before in the same train, and they always do security checks. Really? By the time we arrived at Calais, there was announcement saying that all luggage was accounted for. All security got off the train there.
So we arrived at Ashford (Yes, there was a passport control!) an hour later. When we got home Topaz and Pearl seemed ecstatic to see me again! They were jumping up and going around me like a merry-go-round. You know, I felt so good to be at home again. I slept very well on that night.