|Shane at airport|
originally from the Elizabethan poet Michael Drayton and used as the title for H.E. Bates’ 1944 book of a British bomber pilot escaping occupied France "Fair Stood the Wind for France" seemed a suitable title, particularly as we have planned a sort of reverse "invasion " from Paris through Normandy to Brittany .
|Looking bleary after 20 hours|
|Fight art, Qatar Air|
I thought finding an image of Warrnambool's ,"The Twelve Apostles" as part of the Qatar flight's decor an interestingly ecumenical choice of pretty landscape.... the flight itself uneventful in its tedious length, save for the "Creche Chorus" of the three infant amigos who made valiant efforts at group yodelling for many hours.
Then Mrs Wombat and I re-found a slightly lesser confusion in directions at CDG than previously but after waiting 11/2 hours for our luggage to carousel we were happy to be training (with what seemed like half of Africa) our way to the delightful "Chrystal Palace" of Port Royal's architecture.
|Marshal Ney: Francois Rude|
Standing at its steps we could see we were only 200 metres from our accommodation, so with a nod of "Bonjour, Marechal," to the sculpture of General Ney we were soon settled, showered, changed and coffee'd and on our way back around the corner to "Bullier" for Onion Soup, a beautifully cooked shin of Lamb (Thyme, Rosemary and Honey) and some silky Norman Oysters (to tempt for further into the trip) and lovely wine.
Good conversation with three patrons at the next table , too... and then we sat there, just sat looking ...imbibing.
We're in Paris, again.