Tennessee Trio of Terror - Part 2: Paris
Apr 13th, 2005, 02:39 PM
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Too too funny!!!!! All of it!!! I will NEVER use a turkish toilet again..I'm packin' Depends or hip boots maybe? next trip, in case there's no alternative. I only got the turkish one once and that was it for me. I felt like I was audtioning for Circ de Soleil (sp) or "O". Oh, oh, uh oh, OH NO!!!!
Apr 13th, 2005, 03:59 PM
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OMIGOD, I am laughing too hard to read this!
I have only gotten to Day 2 and I have to take a break to post this and wipe the tears from my eyes.
The mental picture of Saundra outside the door crying to be let in, the Geneva Convention, it is all too much for me.
Thank you Sharon and Amy !
I have only gotten to Day 2 and I have to take a break to post this and wipe the tears from my eyes.
The mental picture of Saundra outside the door crying to be let in, the Geneva Convention, it is all too much for me.
Thank you Sharon and Amy !
Apr 13th, 2005, 04:23 PM
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OK, I have finished reading so far, waiting for the Where is Heather installment.
I tried reading this to the Yankee but broke down laughing/crying too many times and since he cannot understand me, he left.
Sharon, How does it feel to be Edgar Allen Poe? LOL
Indy, face it, you are witty, debonair and handsome!
thank you mermaid for sending me this thread to read!
I tried reading this to the Yankee but broke down laughing/crying too many times and since he cannot understand me, he left.
Sharon, How does it feel to be Edgar Allen Poe? LOL
Indy, face it, you are witty, debonair and handsome!
thank you mermaid for sending me this thread to read!
Apr 15th, 2005, 10:34 AM
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Last Day in Paris: or how I avoided the end times.
On our last full day in Paris, we decided just to drift around the way we had in Rome. However, we had forgotten that Heather and Mom were with us so we had breakfast with them but then I made up a story about how we were going to go to lots of museums and they decided they didn't want to join us. Perhaps they wanted to "stomp around the Shomps" once more.
So Saundra, Amy and I merrily wandered around the Left Bank where I had a near death experience in the bathroom of Monoprix. Have any of you ever been in it? It is all stainless steel and "self-cleaning". This poor little Japanese girl went first and needed some encouragement to enter (read: a little push and threats because I had to go baaaad). It costs a euro I think and after she was in there for awhile there were all these loud squeaks and squeals that didn't appear to be coming from a human being. She came out looking bewildered but okay. There is a big sign about waiting to go in until the place is cleaned etc. I entered with some trepidation but with lots of necessity if you know what I mean. The place is entirely stainless steel and there is not, I repeat not, a piece of paper in sight. Luckily, Saundra had given me some traveler's toilet paper. After I was finished I looked around for some sign of a flush or handle and I swear I couldn't find anything! I "high-tailed it" (literally) out of there and closed the door. Have no idea how the thing works but I didn't wait around to investigate further. I was afraid I would end up in Dr. Evil's lair.
We ate lunch on Ille St. Louis at Au Lys d'Argent and it was wonderful. Saundra had a salade nicoise that was a freaking work of art. Amy had a crepe sarrasin that included potato, crème fresh and cheese and I had veggie soup. We also had one bottle of Perrier and one coffee followed by one chocolate cake for Amy (we hoped it would sweeten her disposition but my getting out of that bathroom alive was our one miracle for the day) and I had the "medicinal" crepe suggested by the waiter – fresh lemon and honey. Oh yes, I was honking and coughing there too. Nice bathroom too and this one didn't try to kill me. Isn't it amazing how important those little details are?
We shlepped around the rest of the day and then went back to the hotel to pack and get ready for our last dinner in Paris. Luckily I had brought an extra soft-sided suitcase with me which now contained all my dirty underwear in lovely little space bags. All of the purchases were in my carry-on and the rest I didn't care if I ever saw again.
Our cooking class lady suggested a restaurant to us for our final dinner. By this time, I never wanted to see Heather and her mother again (Raynell
quot;gee we had steak and fries last night for dinner but they weren't like American fries". Sharon: "Gee Raynell, that's good because YOU ARE IN FRANCE!"
So do you think I was going to spend my last night in Paris with that woman? So I lied (I’m sure there is a special circle in hell just for me after this trip) and told her that the teacher had made special arrangements for just the three of us to go and they went their own way. You may not want to stand close to me when that lightning strikes.
One thing in my defense. Poor Raynell showed up with ankles the size of bowling balls because of all the time sitting on the train so I took her to my friend at the Pharmacy and she helped her out with an herbal remedy. Her daughter showed no concern so maybe my stay in hell will be cut short a bit.
We went to Chez Lena and Mimile at 32, Rue Tournefort. It was lovely. They only offer le formule. It is 35 euros per person and includes the following: an aperitif (we all had Kir Royales), an amuse buche (is that right? You know what I mean) which was Bugs Bunny on toast (I know, I know just call me Raynell) and choice of entrée, plats and dessert. I had a goat cheese terrine followed by filet of beef with this incredible herb butter sauce, and chocolate mousse which was in slices in a crème anglaise. Saundra had rocket salad with ham and parmesan cheese followed by lamb with wild rice and crème brulee (she had been having it all through Europe but said this was like having it for the first time), Amy also had the salad and chocolate mousse but had chicken in lemon sauce with "mac and cheese" gratin. This also included a bottle of wine, coffee and tip. Pretty good huh? We walked home in a fog. The dinner started at 7:30 and we left completely full at 10. By the way, for all you Gigi and 3 Coins in a Fountain fans, Louis Jourdan's niece is one of the owners.
The next day we had our last carbo-loading breakfast and took the shuttle to the airport. The three of us bought a baguette, cheese, ham and other snacks to have on the plane thanks to a Fodorite suggestion. No big problems coming back except that 3 international planes landed at Detroit at the same time so customs was kind of bad. They handled it by just waving most of us through (gee, now I feel really secure and was sorry I hadn't put those insects in my bag. Have you noticed that on the customs form when you list food it also includes insects in the same space?) Guess what? Raynell and Heather had to go to the agriculture place and open their bags! Bad karma I guess.
On the way from Detroit to Nashville, Amy's suitcase was opened and inspected (there was a notice in it) and my TSA lock was cut off of my dirty underwear suitcase but it doesn't appear to have been inspected, there was no paper in it. Do you think the fumes acted as a deterrent? I better tell Tom Ridge about that.
So ends the saga of the Tennessee Trio of Terror in Europe. We are all friends (with two noticeable exceptions) and planning more sojourns with Amy in the future. Yes Mein Fuhrer!
On our last full day in Paris, we decided just to drift around the way we had in Rome. However, we had forgotten that Heather and Mom were with us so we had breakfast with them but then I made up a story about how we were going to go to lots of museums and they decided they didn't want to join us. Perhaps they wanted to "stomp around the Shomps" once more.
So Saundra, Amy and I merrily wandered around the Left Bank where I had a near death experience in the bathroom of Monoprix. Have any of you ever been in it? It is all stainless steel and "self-cleaning". This poor little Japanese girl went first and needed some encouragement to enter (read: a little push and threats because I had to go baaaad). It costs a euro I think and after she was in there for awhile there were all these loud squeaks and squeals that didn't appear to be coming from a human being. She came out looking bewildered but okay. There is a big sign about waiting to go in until the place is cleaned etc. I entered with some trepidation but with lots of necessity if you know what I mean. The place is entirely stainless steel and there is not, I repeat not, a piece of paper in sight. Luckily, Saundra had given me some traveler's toilet paper. After I was finished I looked around for some sign of a flush or handle and I swear I couldn't find anything! I "high-tailed it" (literally) out of there and closed the door. Have no idea how the thing works but I didn't wait around to investigate further. I was afraid I would end up in Dr. Evil's lair.
We ate lunch on Ille St. Louis at Au Lys d'Argent and it was wonderful. Saundra had a salade nicoise that was a freaking work of art. Amy had a crepe sarrasin that included potato, crème fresh and cheese and I had veggie soup. We also had one bottle of Perrier and one coffee followed by one chocolate cake for Amy (we hoped it would sweeten her disposition but my getting out of that bathroom alive was our one miracle for the day) and I had the "medicinal" crepe suggested by the waiter – fresh lemon and honey. Oh yes, I was honking and coughing there too. Nice bathroom too and this one didn't try to kill me. Isn't it amazing how important those little details are?
We shlepped around the rest of the day and then went back to the hotel to pack and get ready for our last dinner in Paris. Luckily I had brought an extra soft-sided suitcase with me which now contained all my dirty underwear in lovely little space bags. All of the purchases were in my carry-on and the rest I didn't care if I ever saw again.
Our cooking class lady suggested a restaurant to us for our final dinner. By this time, I never wanted to see Heather and her mother again (Raynell
quot;gee we had steak and fries last night for dinner but they weren't like American fries". Sharon: "Gee Raynell, that's good because YOU ARE IN FRANCE!" So do you think I was going to spend my last night in Paris with that woman? So I lied (I’m sure there is a special circle in hell just for me after this trip) and told her that the teacher had made special arrangements for just the three of us to go and they went their own way. You may not want to stand close to me when that lightning strikes. One thing in my defense. Poor Raynell showed up with ankles the size of bowling balls because of all the time sitting on the train so I took her to my friend at the Pharmacy and she helped her out with an herbal remedy. Her daughter showed no concern so maybe my stay in hell will be cut short a bit.
We went to Chez Lena and Mimile at 32, Rue Tournefort. It was lovely. They only offer le formule. It is 35 euros per person and includes the following: an aperitif (we all had Kir Royales), an amuse buche (is that right? You know what I mean) which was Bugs Bunny on toast (I know, I know just call me Raynell) and choice of entrée, plats and dessert. I had a goat cheese terrine followed by filet of beef with this incredible herb butter sauce, and chocolate mousse which was in slices in a crème anglaise. Saundra had rocket salad with ham and parmesan cheese followed by lamb with wild rice and crème brulee (she had been having it all through Europe but said this was like having it for the first time), Amy also had the salad and chocolate mousse but had chicken in lemon sauce with "mac and cheese" gratin. This also included a bottle of wine, coffee and tip. Pretty good huh? We walked home in a fog. The dinner started at 7:30 and we left completely full at 10. By the way, for all you Gigi and 3 Coins in a Fountain fans, Louis Jourdan's niece is one of the owners.
The next day we had our last carbo-loading breakfast and took the shuttle to the airport. The three of us bought a baguette, cheese, ham and other snacks to have on the plane thanks to a Fodorite suggestion. No big problems coming back except that 3 international planes landed at Detroit at the same time so customs was kind of bad. They handled it by just waving most of us through (gee, now I feel really secure and was sorry I hadn't put those insects in my bag. Have you noticed that on the customs form when you list food it also includes insects in the same space?) Guess what? Raynell and Heather had to go to the agriculture place and open their bags! Bad karma I guess.
On the way from Detroit to Nashville, Amy's suitcase was opened and inspected (there was a notice in it) and my TSA lock was cut off of my dirty underwear suitcase but it doesn't appear to have been inspected, there was no paper in it. Do you think the fumes acted as a deterrent? I better tell Tom Ridge about that.
So ends the saga of the Tennessee Trio of Terror in Europe. We are all friends (with two noticeable exceptions) and planning more sojourns with Amy in the future. Yes Mein Fuhrer!
Apr 15th, 2005, 11:20 AM
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Sharon,
Just adding my kudos to the rousing applause for this wonderful report. We are actually going to be staying at Residence Monge next month, so I hope the Tennessee Trio didn't overly terrorize the management! We'll give them your regards.
Anyway, I loved reading about all your experiences and recommendations, which I have duly noted for when we'll be there. I don't suppose you have any digital photos that you could post somewhere? I'm sure we'd all love to put faces with the names we've so enjoyed reading about.
Just adding my kudos to the rousing applause for this wonderful report. We are actually going to be staying at Residence Monge next month, so I hope the Tennessee Trio didn't overly terrorize the management! We'll give them your regards.
Anyway, I loved reading about all your experiences and recommendations, which I have duly noted for when we'll be there. I don't suppose you have any digital photos that you could post somewhere? I'm sure we'd all love to put faces with the names we've so enjoyed reading about.
Apr 15th, 2005, 11:31 AM
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Amy will have to answer because we do have photos at Shutterfly or something of the sort. Amy is the innocent looking young thing, Saundra is the short blond (Amy and I learned to say in French and Italian "I am not with that annoying short woman behind me" and I'm the young Elizabeth Taylor look-alike in the flowered jacket.
and I'm the young Elizabeth Taylor look-alike in the flowered jacket.
Apr 15th, 2005, 11:35 AM
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Oh, Sharon, now you really have me confused. The title of this includes "Part 2" - I don't remember three parts and I have been a faithful reader. And why were Heather and Raynell no shows? Had they had any interesting experiences since leaving you in Rome?
