Non je ne regrette rien

We arrive at Gare Du Nord, disembark and head for the Taxi rank. Jump in the taxi after the driver puts our bags in the trunk and I ask the driver ‘pouvez vous me prendre à la rue de saint didier s'il vous plaît’ he mutters back ‘oui monsieur’ ‘Merci’ I thank him, and turn to T who is smiling. There’s something about talking French in front of a lady that just tickles her senses. She proceeds to grill me about my French saying she is surprised and I act all shy about it. It’s strange I actually don’t like conversing French even though it is my mother’s tongue, still it’s good to impress someone that is worth the effort. Its funny the last time I was here my companion was upset at the fact I could speak another language, I think they liked the fact that they were the only multilingual in the relationship.
Passing the old streets of Paris has that special feeling you can not justify in words, your eyes see and your heart feels it’s character deep within like a passing emotion captivating every essence of it’s history. Driving along the driver keeps peering back with an inquisitive glance, after a while he says ‘sont vous ici sur buisness ou le plaisir’
I reply ‘monsieur avec cette dame splendide dans la capitale d'amants du monde, comment pourrait je pense à business’ He laughs and to our surprise he says in English ‘Madame, excuse me for my poor English, your are a lucky lady’, ‘monsieur il est je qui suis le fortuné’.
T gives me a confused glance and I motion I’ll tell her at the hotel. We’re approaching the Arc de Triomphe and it looks strikingly stunning in all its magnificent glory. We head towards the Eiffel Tower as we approach T reaches for my hand and grasps it and reaches over and gently kisses me on the cheek and thanks me. As we pass the Eiffel tower in its blue lit structure and European Union Stars homage to Europe, it is just amazing. We pass Le Palais de Chaillot and head towards the Hotel just a little way pass the tower. We arrive at The Hiltonhttp://www.hilton.co.uk/paris, I pay the driver and he wishes us a happy stay. The porter picks up our bags and leads us to the reception. We collect our room key, head up to the seventh floor. I’m excited as I requested a room with a view of the Eiffel tower and I’m curious to see what we’ve been given. As the Porter opens the door we’re in awe of the view, a picturesque view of the tower. We quickly unpack trying hard to pull ourselves away from the city sights from the balcony. After a quick embrace we decide to walk the streets and take in the atmosphere.
We head down Avenue Kleber towards the Trocadero. As we approach we hear drum beats and notice a crowd gathered at the top of the Palais de Chaillot, there’s a crowd being entertained by some French youngsters doing street dancing. We stop for a while and watch them while looking out over the view of the city. We head across pont d’lena, where we come across more street entertainers underneath the Eiffel towerhttp://www.tour-eiffel.fr/teiffel/uk/#. There are lots of people around including a stag and hen party roaming under this seventh wonder of the world. The vibe around is electric everyone is happy it’s true what they say Paris makes you gay (in the happy way that is). Its 12 o’clock and we’re just in time for the Eiffel sparkling lights that glitter every hour on the hour for 10 minutes. The moment grabs us and we embrace passionately under the glittering lights and the whole world just disappears.
We head up towards the Palais de Chailot and into The Café de l’Hommehttp://www.restaurant-cafedelhomme.com/en/index.php, with it’s beautiful décor of reds and browns and it’s terrace looking out onto the tower it’s self. We take a table on the terrace and order a Moscow Red mule and a caipirina with some bar snacks. We sit and talk the night away flirting and teasing one another a touch here a touch there building up the temperature flamber sur plus tard. We’re merrily tipsy flirting away without a care when the polite waiter advises that if we want a last drink we’ll have to order now as they are closing soon. I check my watch and to my surprise it’s 1:45am we order another round drunkenly laughing at the fact the time has just flown without us noticing. The drinks arrive and we toast to a happy and prosperous life. I take a sip of my caipirina and while in one of those quiet awing moments while we’re both staring at the view I think about my life, how I’ve lived it and the characters I’ve encountered and smile as I look over the table at this sophisticated dark haired Mediterranean beauty. There is justice in this world. We drink up and head back to the hotel soaking in the streets and people of Paris.