The international train station was a new experience. Walking to the platform we were separated and sqeezed by the flow of humans. It felt strange to have no personal space. We had comfortable seats, facing each other like the dinner table. Being free to get up and use the bathroom and get food without waiting for the seatbeat sign was a plus but the trip made me motionsick. We traveled under the English channel. Our ears popped with pressure.

Here is more information about the Channel Tunnel.

We arrived in Paris and got in a huge line for a taxi but it was moving fast. We got a knowledgeable taxi driver and surrendered to the utter chaos of the drive. The streets are grimey, the blinking neon lights of the Cabaret district flash, we pass the Palace and cross the Seine and arrive at our cute little boutique hotel.

Our adjoining rooms feel smaller than our trailer, we keep tripping over shoes but out our window all of a sudden the Eiffle tower sparkles.

There are lots of restaurants nearby and we had our hearts set on a French dinner but the cigarettes were an assault on our senses. We settled on a japanese restaurant. It wasn't the parfait we anticipated for the kids but the traditional mochi was delicious.