Following weeks of early starts we had a comparatively late breakfast and then wandered from the Louvre down the Tuileries, through the Place de la Concorde and the Avenue Des Champs Elysees to the Arc de Triomphe. (There, that's my bit of French done and dusted and some of it may even have been spelt correctly.) It was cold and there were rain showers about.
Place de la Concorde
Avenue Des Champs Elysees
The man in the blue jeans stopped to ask me what street we were on. Me? He asked me? Did I look like a local shivering in the cold with a camera slung over my shoulder? And he asked what street are we on? Perhaps the most famous street in the world after Wall Street? Oh well, he was good looking!
Gosh...you know this one...
When we entered the Avenue des Champs Elysees I noticed a queue of people across the Avenue queued to enter a very smart looking premise. I assumed it was a queue for the Visa Office of an Embassy, something we had noticed in other cities on our European trip. On our return walk down the other side of the Avenue we found a queue still in place...
Did you catch what they were queueing for? It was on the plaque on the gate. They were queueing to get into the...Abercrombie and Fitch clothing store! And with gatekeepers like these below who wouldn't want to queue?
After a baguette lunch at a Brasserie we adjourned to the hotel with the remainder of the group flying out on our flight to wait in the bar for our transfer to the airport and departure. We flew out of Paris on time headed for Dubai.