Paris 2018 – Day 6

After a day spent in London at the funeral of my father, we turn up in the wee hours of the morning at London Gatwick Airport to pack Patricia off to Brooklyn, for an interview with HBO. We had to rejig schedules to accommodate this last minute request, and it cut a couple of days off Patricia’s time in Paris, but HBO had a set shooting schedule. At least they paid for the car to the airport and the non-cancellable tickets.

I have to wait several hours for my flight to Paris, which I spent writing and snoozing. Landing at 4pm, I manage to pack in a dry martini at the Bar Hemingway in the Hôtel Ritz Paris.

Ernest famously came here for the Ritz’s liberation from the Germans, who had used it as their Gestapo headquarters. Supposedly he bought a round of martinis for everyone at the bar, though my bartender doubts the story as he heardd it that this was 54 drinks in total.

The ambience at Bar Hemingway is incredible, the decor superb, the staff friendly, the bill for one martini is 30 Euros.

And then on to the Eiffel Tower at night, which was one of my objectives for the trip.

The views of Paris lit up are magnificent, the waxing moon overlooking the inky blackness of the Seine, the overpriced but chilled champagne, I wish I had managed to pack this in while Patricia was here.