I am 100% sure mom and I have eaten a slice of lemon cheesecake at one of restaurants on the roads off Champs-Elysees, but no photographic evidence exists to confirm the same. Best. Cheesecake. Ever.
Terrible time to be reliving the Paris trip I guess?
We flew Air India, which everybody already knows is terrible to begin with. I guess everybody knows about the Vietnamese taxi driver who on Day1 almost refused to take us to our hotel because:
a) We were Indian. We couldn’t possibly have had the money to afford the taxi.
b) We were Indian. We couldn’t speak French.
c) We were Indian. We had booked our rooms in a previously unheard of hotel, way out of town (for the first night).
However, to the Vietnamese’s utmost credit, at the airport where the lackadaisical guard at the airport exit (seriously just one man standing at the door that opened to a dark empty road) had hailed him out of the taxi ‘line’, he took us in despite the above 3 doubts in his mind. Over the long journey to our hotel, he and I formed a deep bond over:
a) being Asian.
b) Speaking French as a foreign language (he said I spoke it better than him and his wife and they had been living in France for over 30 years).
c) Subsidized petrol (he seriously considered moving to India to start a taxi business after I told him our fuel rates. Didn’t have the heart, however, to tell him that his lack of knowledge of even basic English would be a major impediment.)
d) Using a telephone, or stopping people on the road to ask for directions. He had been away from Asia for SO LONG, he didn’t even dare believe in this technique, having for years relied on maps and GPS device in what was in his opinion,a rather unfriendly and selfish country. Eventually the American accented lady at the hotel directed us over the telephone. Other American tourists entering the hotel the same time as us were also being directed over phone and efficiently using the opportunity to flirt with the lady. The Vietnamese did not charge us any money from the point where his GPS directions had failed to be of any further use. Good man.