Travel Day- London to Paris

An easy day with a late breakfast and a tube to St. Pancreas (sometimes known to the outside world as Pancras). We spent our Pounds and changed some, and got on the train to Paris. When we got here, there was no passport control or anything entering the EU. Just walk on in. I knew we were in Paris by the cigarette smoke. Much more here than in London. We caught a cab to our hotel.
We arrived to a top floor room with a lovely view of Sacre Coeur. There was also a bottle of champagne and we thought it was a nice touch from the hotel. But then we read the note and it had been ordered by Paul, Ellen and Harry! A very sweet touch. We did a Google Hangout and thanked them and goofed around with the silly icons.
We bussed down the street to meet Annie, Ann's French friend whom she had met in 1972 on her junior year in Paris. They had remained friends over the years, and see each other every few years. We sent to an Italian restaurant and had wonderful pasta, scampi, and asparagus, with a chocolate mousse for desert.


Stephen J. Rockower, MD
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