Hotel Max Paris 14
///amid.diet.data
48°49’40.6452″N, 2°19’47.6976″E

to

Boulangerie (Bakery) Near Hotel Max
///bowls.pyramid.riper
48°49’40.5480″N, 2°19’49.4652″E

to

Charles de Gaulle Paris Terminal 2C
///crossing.seaside.sugars
49°0’8.7804″N, 2°34’37.8624″E

to

Air Canada Toronto Pearson Airport
///notice.hydrant.fixed
43°40’38.4708″N, 79°38’3.1020″W

to

Via Rail Toronto Union Station
///lazy.overlook.salon
43°38’44.1744″N, 79°22’45.2280″W

to

Via Rail Station London
///expert.listings.penned
42°58’52.8096″N, 81°14’48.5268″W
to

Home – 914 Country Club Crescent
///decreasing.roundtrip.named
42°56’59.4852″N, 81°14’55.6908″W

Today we head home to London. It’s been a wonderful trip. A bit of a whirlwind on some fronts, but we thoroughly enjoyed our adventures.

It was fitting on our last day in Paris that a miracle happened… Emily was out of bed at 6:00am & on the subway to join us for breakfast at our favourite boulangerie & then come to the airport with us to make sure we got there OK & to say goodbye for now.

Photo above  – we were the first ones in the bakery this morning – there just a couple of minutes after it was opened. The smell of freshly baked breads & pastry delights was amazing!

After our petit dejeuner we walked for  15 minutes from our hotel to the metro station Denfert-Rochereau to catch the RER B train for a 45 minute ride to Charles de Gaulle Airport. We waited for a couple of trains to go by as they were packed full of people going to work and we didn’t want to try to wrestle our suitcases on. Fortunately that train comes every 5 minutes and we were able to get on with our suitcases and get a seat.

We had checked in online yesterday so all we had to do was attach some tags to our checked bags & head on through security.

It was difficult to say goodbye to Emily, knowing that she is going to be living there for a while & not just coming home in a few weeks.

She is pursuing her dream & we are happy for her to have the opportunity to do that.  After all, Catherine & I each did something similar (i. e. moved far away from our parents) when we were around that age, so who are we to suggest that she shouldn’t do the same thing. Besides, Paris is certainly not the worst place to be & the logistics of getting there from London & not as complicated as getting out to Victoria,  BC or somewhere in the USA.

Photo above  – on the plane to Toronto.  I wonder if they’ll be serving us champagne & filet mignon on this flight.

No gastronomic delights on this flight but it arrived in Toronto a few minutes ahead of schedule & we were even able to catch an earlier train home to London.

We were happy to be at home to sleep in our own bed & think about all the wonderful things we have done over the past month.

Tomorrow we’re back to porridge, old clothes & a pile of laundry.

Maybe the day after that, I’ll spend some time taking a closer look at this brochure I picked up along the way.

Cheers!

Where to next?