Memoirs of a Tracy Kid
Icontinue from last month’s column regarding our European adventure during the summer of 1971. After Bobbie and I settled into our cheap hotel in Paris, we started our tour of Paris by spending the afternoon visiting the Eiffel Tower, the Arche de Triomphe and walking down the Champs Élysée, a very ritzy avenue in Paris. Without much money, our shopping was limited to looking at the window displays. We were really tired at that point so we hopped on the Metro and headed back to our hotel. After dinner we washed our clothes and took sponge baths in our handy bidet before collapsing into bed, the daily routine during our stay in Paris.
Reading from Bobbie’s notes in her diary, we both found Paris to be cleaner than London, and the French people seemed much friendlier than the more reserved British people we had just left.
