Jackie found her home. She is sure of it.
Riding in the back seat of a taxi–a Mercedes Benz cab no less–through the beautiful old neighborhoods of Paris, Jackie declared that felt “like she belonged.”
I’m not sure whether it was ride down the Champs Elysees with the Louis Vuitton three-story storefront, the Parisian outdoor cafes lining the old neighborhoods of Paris, the immense beauty of the Eiffel Tower, the beautiful people, the croissants, or the fragrant espresso and coffee.
Whatever it was, Jackie thought she had found her home. And we both loved our whirlwind tour of the French City of Light.
We arrived in Paris around noon Thursday after an overnight flight from Detroit. Our reservations called for us to have six hours in Paris–time enough to transfer from the Charles De Gaulle Airport on the north side of Paris to Orly Airport, south of the city.
So we grabbed a cab and asked the driver to show us the city.
The highlights were the up close visit to the Eiffel Tower, a long ride down the Champs Elysess, and the subsequent pass by the Arc de Triomphe.
Very cool stuff.
It was then off to Orly, and a very long wait for our flights to Madrid and eventually to Pamplona–the starting point for our Camino.
We arrived in Pamplona near midnight Thursday, worn, but very happy to have made it to our goal for the day.
Tomorrow, we will tour Hemingway’s city, and hope to get our Pilgrim passport and our first stamp on our walk to Santiago.