“OMG WERE GOING TO MISS OUR FLIGHT!”
Was our thinking as we barreled across the dark countryside. Luckily John, Mimi’s husband drives fast and we jumped out of the car at Luton right on time, and the sun hadn’t even come up yet!
Ryanair is like a big bus, but yet a plane. Everything is bright orange and cheap. That’s why we paid about twenty pounds for our tickets. It was actually way cheaper than taking the train, the way most people get around Europe. There are no assigned seats, and you walk across the tarmac and load onto the plane, no fancy airport or frills. That’s okay; we were saving all our money for fancy French food and delicious French wine.
This did not go over so well. We ended up pretty much just throwing the money at them and taking off to find a little café near Montmartre to recharge.
|Don’t take pictures in the tube!|
That was when I had my first Café Crème. It was amazing. Of course I had been in England for a week at that point, home of the instant coffee, ew. All I know is café crèmes are one of the very best coffees I have ever had in my life. I drank at least five or six a day over the three nights we were in Paris. I also had my very first French meal at this little bistro and it was so good, yet very simple. Just a salad with goat cheese and some toast with goat cheese.
Did I mention I love goat cheese? Like a lot? It just tastes like licking a fresh goat and man I love that taste.
With that first goaty meal, I knew Paris and I were going to get along just fine!