It means the world to me :. Pancras and then on to the AM Eurostar to Paris. I love the Eurostar, and although our journey took much, much longer than if we had flown, there are so many benefits to going on the train. With three hours to kill in a very rainy Paris, we decided to walk to the Louvre and then jump in an Uber from there to Gare du Lyon, where our next train would be leaving from.
By this point, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, but it was so worth it to walk through the streets of Paris and see the Louvre in the flesh for the first time - I absolutely loved it. Arriving at Gare du Lyon with plenty of time to spare, we ducked into a brasserie opposite the station for a glass of vino and some frites to keep us going for the next leg, before hopping on our train down to Aix-en-Provence.
The change in weather from Paris to Provence was dramatic, to say the least. We pulled into the station at pm to be greeted by blue skies, warm air and the most beautiful French countryside stretching out ahead of us. A 10 minute cab ride later and we were pulling up outside our home for the week. After a slightly broken sleep due to the overly chilly air con in our room we did indeed survive this calamity, thanks so much for asking , we set off to find coffee and pastries in the local village, Les Milles, about a half hour walk from the house.
Most places were closed due to it being a Sunday, but we did manage to buy pastries and some brioche at a tiny boulangerie, plus some gorgeous fresh peaches.
The rest of the day was spent by the pool, eating bread, cheese and meats and loosely planning out the next few days. That evening, we ate pasta for dinner very kindly made by Mel , drank wine, played cards and revelled in that first night of the holiday feeling.
