Our train arrived on time, and with the advance knowledge that the Metro was on strike in Paris, we headed to the taxi queue. About 30 minutes later, we made it to the front of the line. I spoke to the dispatcher as best I could, and he showed us to a cab.
But, of course, not so fast. This particular cabdriver told us he couldn't take us because our street was blocked. I gleaned most of this via my own translation, but Isabella (my small French-fluent savior) explained it further to me. He was adamant that he would not take us.
Back to the dispatcher we went. In the meantime, he had sent two men to our previous cabbie, and he refused to take them where they were going, too. But, Isabella explained to the dispatcher we needed another cab, and we were directed to one. Thankfully, this one was nice and told us no problem.
He was driving a Prius, so I knew all would be well.
We arrived at the apartment, which, thankfully, I had google mapped and had seen a picture of the exterior, otherwise we may have missed the building!! The cabbie being paid, we waited out front.
And waited. Then, it occured to me, I needed to call the rental people to tell them we had arrived. A quick 5 minutes later, and we were in.
The apartment is a small studio with everything we need, including a washing machine. Settled in, we plotted our next move.
But, of course, not so fast. This particular cabdriver told us he couldn't take us because our street was blocked. I gleaned most of this via my own translation, but Isabella (my small French-fluent savior) explained it further to me. He was adamant that he would not take us.
Back to the dispatcher we went. In the meantime, he had sent two men to our previous cabbie, and he refused to take them where they were going, too. But, Isabella explained to the dispatcher we needed another cab, and we were directed to one. Thankfully, this one was nice and told us no problem.
He was driving a Prius, so I knew all would be well.
We arrived at the apartment, which, thankfully, I had google mapped and had seen a picture of the exterior, otherwise we may have missed the building!! The cabbie being paid, we waited out front.
And waited. Then, it occured to me, I needed to call the rental people to tell them we had arrived. A quick 5 minutes later, and we were in.
The apartment is a small studio with everything we need, including a washing machine. Settled in, we plotted our next move.
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