Paris in the winter

My dear Friends

I have a habit of going to Paris in the winter, where it is really cold. But I have a close friend there and so I was particularly looking forward to it. I met Alexia when she was working in a cafe in Cambridge, to earn money for her studies at Anglia Ruskin university- this was back in 2006.

This time I took the Eurostar last Monday, to arrive in Paris at around 5,30pm and I would have the first 36 hours alone. I booked into the Hotel , where I had been two or three times before and climbed up to my little room on the top floor.It was warm and cosy. There was only a bed, a wash hand basin and table in the room but it was opposite the loo and shower.

After resting a little i took a stroll in the cold night air and decided on a meal in the local Chinese restaurant, where they remembered me from previous years. I had a delicious chicken soup and chicken for the main course and then went a little further afield to have a coffee in my favourite bustling bar where they also remembered from previous years.

I had a good night's sleep and in the morning, hearing the bells ring, went to Mass in the Iocal Church. I had planned to go to the Rodin museum and when I arrived, there was a Henry Moore exhibition on as well.

To be continued

Shalom from

Sister Gila