Chien Dans Le Train (again!)

Up too early again but the Eurostar had big comfy seats so plenty of room for Mum & Dad to squeeze in next to me. Had heard that there’s a lot of cheese (which I adore) in The Nether Regions so I’d hoped to see some fields of cheese as we sped through the Dutch countryside but it was very misty and flat so no cheese mountains to be seen.

I decided that the view from the floor of the train was more interesting. On arrival in Paris, I was kneaded affectionately by a woman who said she’d just lost her Foxie, Charlie. Glad to be of service. I suppose she was out looking for him.

After queuing confusion about the Metro, it turned out to be only two stops from Gare du Gnaw to Gard de Lion, where we were staying. I hope I don’t meet the lion-am not keen on cats, especially those that are much bigger than me.

Mum and Dad had some wine in Café Populaire and started to get a bit excitable.

Even though it was cold, we had an interesting walk along the Seine and Mum and Dad ate some tapas. I was quite relieved when we didn’t find The Awful Tower - it doesn’t sound that great.

Back at our home for the night, which Mum affectionately renamed as ‘La Boîte Dégoûtante’ we had plenty of time to avail ourselves of the facilities-a shower with a missing door, a toilet you couldn’t lock and some inspirational art work.

Just when Dad was commenting that he’d never expected to look back on the Harwich hovel, and even the Amsterdam hash huis, with affection, our immediate neighbour fired up some death metal ‘tunes’ which were so loud, they hurt my ears for the next two hours.

The neighbours then left the building shouting ‘Tuer, tuer!’ Mum said this meant ‘Kill, kill’ although Dad wondered if perhaps they were shouting ‘Tu es, tu es!’ - ‘You are, you are!’ I think I was with Mum on that one so I stayed awake as long as I could, on guard which was easy because of all the sounds of the sirens and shrieks from the street and the striations of passing ambulances & cars, slashing the ceiling through the shutters. 

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