Our flight left Paris at three in the afternoon. This gave us some time before a noon-ish checkout.
Becky arranged for an in room massage starting at 7 am to get us loosened up for a few hours before we tightened up again on the long plane flight. There’s nothing like a little Shiatsu on floor of small hotel room the first thing in the morning to wake you up.
After the massage, we cruised around the neighborhood, hoping for a brief visit to Musee National d’Art Moderne in the Pompidou Centre. Unfortunately, the doors to the museum opened at the casual time of 11 am, so we had to forgo the visit to the museum and just check out the exterior of the building and the Stravinsky Fountains in daylight, this time.
Back at the room, we finished packing our bags with a little time left before our taxi arrived. At the front desk, seeing that we had some time, the staff gave us in impromptu tour of some of the other rooms in the hotel. We found our hotel in “A Hedonist’s Guide to Paris” which emphasizes unique and stylish hotels. The hotel, Hotel du Petit Moulin, has seventeen rooms, all differently appointed. The hotel’s interiors were designed my noted clothing designer Christian Lacroix. Though generally small, all the rooms we saw were stylish to the point where you could see coming back 16 additional times just to stay in them all. Aside from the rooms, the service and location were excellent. Overall, we very happy with our stay at the hotel, even in what had to be the cheapest room in the place.
Are the French rude? Our experience on the streets, at hotels, and in restaurants in Paris was basically no different than what we experience in any of the large cities in the States. Perhaps people are a bit abrupt and hurried, at times, mirroring the pace of the city. Maybe we were lucky or our feeble attempts at French drew sympathetic responses. In the Provence, where the pace is slower, rudeness was even less of an issue. Now, in cars and on the roads, it’s a different story!
Leaving the hotel, we made it to the airport with our bulging bags with plenty of time. We were even well under the baggage weight limit. I wanted to work on this trip log a bit, so we were looking for electrical outlets so I could vampire electricity and keep the laptop charged for the long flight. It is a challenge to find unused electrical sockets in airports these days as people charging their electronics usually fill them. We didn’t find any outlets, but we eventually found a power strip to some coin operated massage chairs that had empty slots. We had extra euro coins that we needed to use anyway, so we sat in the massage chair, the only place to sit, getting a massage and working on the computer before our flight to Frankfurt boarded. I’m sure we were identifiable as Americans from clear across the room!