After racing Hurricane Irene to NYC, we spent the two days we were supposed to be seeing the city holed up in our hotel room riding out the storm. On Wednesday it looked like the hurricane was going to hit South Carolina and part of North Carolina and it was clear that the trains would not be running – which was our chosen method of transportation to the Big Apple. So, we decided it would be best to try to get out of town before the storm hit and I rented a car so that we could leave Charleston on Friday morning, drive to Washington DC where we would spend the night, spend some time in DC on Saturday morning, maybe stop off in Philadelphia, and then be to NY by 4:00 so that we could return the rental car. By Friday morning it was clear that the storm would miss South Carolina and hit North Carolina with its full force, then bounce its way up through DC, the Jersey shore, and on to NYC on Saturday afternoon/evening. So, Friday night we spent a couple of hours seeing the sites in DC in the dark but we canceled all of our plans for Saturday and pulled out bright and early at 6:00 am to beat the storm. Although very tired, we made it to our hotel, returned the rental car, and were safely in bed watching the news by 1:00 pm.
Although the storm did a quite a bit of damage, and there was some major flooding, NYC was not hit as hard as it could have been. The entire city was shut down on Sunday including all public transportation. But by Monday morning, most things were back up and running. The airports re-opened in the morning for arriving flights and at noon for departing flights. Luckily we were scheduled for 2:05 pm and our plane took off on time. Things were not nearly as chaotic as expected!
We arrived in Iceland in the middle of the night and found a few Icelandic snacks (some weird spicy ginger soda and chocolate covered rice cakes) before our plane took off again for Paris. We descended into the city just as the sun was beginning to rise. There were a few anxious moments as we waited for our luggage as it seemed to be the last off the plane, but the real fun was still to come.
It was a long ways from Charles de Gaule airport to our hotel by the Montparnasse train station. The first part on the RER was fine. Although we had to scramble to get our baggage on before the train left the station, and we got some dirty looks from other passengers as we took up 4 seats with our suitcases, the trip was rather uneventful. The Metro was a maze of stairs that had to be climbed and descended, all while carrying a backpack, a duffle, and a rolling suitcase each. It was not fun. If I had to do it again, I would have gotten off of the RER at a major stop and gotten a taxi to take us to our hotel.
Eventually, hot, sweaty, and somewhat bruised, we got to the hotel. They were nice enough to hold our luggage for us so we could take off and see the city. By this time it was about 10:00 am, and although check-in was not technically until 3:00 pm, they told us that if we came back after noon we would be able to check in early.
We had bought some unlimited Metro passes so that we could hop on and off all over the city. We definitely got our money’s worth out of those tickets! We saw “la place de la Concorde”, the Arc de Triomphe, and the Sacre Coeur before lunch. Then we gave in to our exhaustion and went back to the hotel for a two hour nap. Although we could have slept for hours, I forced the two of us up and got us back on the streets. We found our way to the Sewer museum (MoMo’s special request!), the Eiffel tower, and Notre Dame. After dinner in a little Italian place, we realized we were right next to the Pantheon and went up for a closer look. Finally around 8:00 pm we allowed ourselves to take the Metro back to our hotel, and fell exhausted into bed – well MoMo did at least. I spent a couple hours checking e-mail and putting pictures on facebook.
Although we wanted to go back to the Pantheon on Wednesday morning before we took the train so that we could go inside, we never made it. Instead we had a very nice lunch at a French café and bought a manga book that MoMo wanted about the adventures of a little kitten. The train trip went smoothly, although again we had a hard time getting all of the luggage on and off the train. New and old friends were waiting with smiling faces to greet us at the train station and bring us to our new home.