So, here I am at the Malaysia Airlines lounge in Kuala Lumpa. One more flight and we’re home.
Our last day in Paris was lovely. There was shopping (ummm… more for me than for Richard but he did buy stuff!), a leisurely lunch and then we walked up to a kitchenware supply place in the hope of finding canelé molds. And we did! Copper ones and everything!! So let the baking commence – once we get some rum or something alcoholic to put in them. They were my favourite treat while we were in France and I ate one nearly every day (along with a croissant for breakfast).
We had dinner at L’AOC, a fabulous little place that was recommended to me before last year’s trip. So we went there on our last night in Paris, just after Richard proposed (all together now: d’aaaaaaaw!). It seemed that we might be developing a bit of a tradition when in Paris of going there for dinner on the last night. Seriously though, if you’re ever visiting, L’AOC is worth the trip just for the jambon entree. It’s a heavily meat restaurant – there are no vegie dishes on the menu so don’t take a vegetarian there unless you want to really upset them!
The other place we had a sensational meal was Chez Moustache. If you’re staying on the left bank, it’s well worth crossing the Seine – but make a reservation if you can. We got there just after 8pm – their opening time – and I think we got the last available table.
So yes, all in all… a lovely time in Paris.
The leaving, not so much. What a freaken disaster!
We got dropped off at the wrong terminal by our driver but it really wasn’t his fault because Malayasia Air don’t put terminals on their reservation emails. Okay, we probably should’ve looked it up online but we both just assumed it would be on there. I was certain we were going to miss the flight because it took us nearly two hours to get through passport control and bag scan. We queued and queued and queued. It was awful. I really can’t express how bad it was. I have never ever boarded a flight 10 minutes before it was due to take off. Hell, I’ve never boarded a flight 30 minutes before it was supposed to take off. I get anxious if I’m not at train stations a good half an hour before the train is supposed to go.
The cabin crew made it pretty clear that it was the fault of the French airport people. They just didn’t bother opening up any extra passport points or bag scanners until the situation got so out of control it was ridiculous. I think we got stuck in the passport check line when we weren’t supposed to because we’re traveling bus class. There did seem to be a “short cut” line but we were pushed into the massive queue. Again, I can’t stress how much it sucked. Waiting in line to clear customs when you get home has nothing on what we experienced – nothing! Even lining up at LAX to get out of the airport was a breeze in comparison (and I consider LAX to be one of the circles of hell.)
Anyhoo… enough whinging! One more flight and we’re home. I can’t wait to crawl into my own bed. Then we have a week off and receive our delivery from Peter’s of Kensington. Wedding presents! I’m going to be making ice cream to have with canelé – which will be the most decadent dessert ever!