Lost in Transit...literally.

Well today brought new meaning to the blog title 'Lost in Transit.' The second mishap of our trip occured when I hopped on the wrong train while trying to go to Versailles. I stepped on, realized it was the wrong train, and then the doors closed. It was just like a scene out of a movie as John was on the other side of the train doors frantically trying to make them somehow open. All of this unfolding in slow motion. A native woman was kind enough to help John find me and eventually we met up at the next stop and then on to Versailles.

Versailles was beautiful. It makes the White House look like a shack. Louis really knew how to live it up, let me tell you. We lucked out while waiting in line for tickets. We were able to join one of the last guided tours of the day and were able to skip the line and go straight to the front. The tour included a viewing of the place opera house and the King's private chambers. We were also able to take in the chateau's gardens, complete with a musical fountain show.

We were also able to take in a little of the town of Versailles and stumbed across a few neat boutique shops. We walked the historic streets while sipping Starbucks coffee. I could not help but laugh at the irony. Let me tell you, a tall, nonfat vanilla latte is not easy to order in French but I managed thanks to the help of another employee. So far, the people we have encountered have been nothing but gracious and more than willing to help. Thank goodness!

We ate dinner at a modern French restaurant called 'Jamin.' The food was excellent. I am making progress and actually recieved what I thought I was ordering this time. Which, just so happened to be scallops. I did however feel a little ignorant when I asked the waiter what the 'pompkin' soup was that was translated on the menu. He replied, 'you know, like halloween' and I knew we were talking about 'pumpkin' soup. Laughter ensued and much ribbing from John. We ended the meal with pineapple tiramisu and carmalized clemtines with blood orange sorbet. Delightful! I'm usually not a dessert person but France just might change that.

After dinner we strolled along the Seine and were able to get some stellar pictures of the Eiffel Tower at night. Tomorrow we plan on trying to fit in the Louve, Musee d O'rsay and Montmartre . I am exhausted just thinking about it.

Bon Nuit.