Paris at Night

This date is October 11.  It is the day that Lisa leaves and Glenda comes.  Lisa and I got up at 5 am. We both hardly slept the night because we were so worried about getting to the airport in time.  We decided to take the metro and RER train from the Chatelet station.  We decided this as it is less expensive and Lisa doe not have a big suitcase and it would be managable.  It turned out that when we left our apartment at 6 that the metra was not mobbed. when we got on the rer train to CDG there were a lot of people with suitcases going that way and even though the advice is to be careful because this is where the pick pockets get you, I felt like I was in a circle of a family of travellers.  And I felt comfortable.  luckily there was a seat for Lisa and I to sit on.  We embarked and got to the are lingus kiosis where lisa was going to check her suitcase and find her gate.  We bid goodby at this time and I went down to arrivals and the information desk to  see if Glenda was going to come to the Terminal one arrivals or another place.  At this time I had plenty of time.  The information desk said no that the flight I was looking for would arrive at terminal 2E.  I thought well despite the fact that we or I had told her that I would meet her at terminal 1, I thought that I might get to terminal 2E and catch her before she headed over to terminal 1.  That is my story and I am sticking to it.   Unfortunately it did not work that well.  On the shuttle at one point they stopped the shuttle and told us we had to all get off and find different ways of getting to where we wanted to go.  About 60 people got off.  A man who did not speak much English told us to evaculate.   Eek,  I wondered what was going on.  Well better to be outdoors than in the terminal.  We all stood by a bus stop wondering where we were.  I knew that some of the people had planes to catch.  At least I knew that I only had to meet someone and I thought that I had plenty of time.  Finally a bus picked us up and took us to Terminal 2 and I walked to 2E to find out that the flight had been deverted to 2F.  So I walked to that arrival place to find out that the plane had landed early .  I waited by the arrivals gate for an hour.  Just when I was about ready to give up and go over to Terminal 1 I did get a phone call from Glenda asking why I was not at Terminal 1.  So to make this long story short, I went to T1 where we greeted one another and looked concerned as we saw men in camoulage outfits with Machine guns walk around.  We had a cup of coffee and caught a cab forParis.  the cost of this cab was 50 euros. not bad.
We got to the apartment and Glenda loved it.  We went for lunch on the Mouffetard.  and decided to book a tour that evening on a boat cruise and illumination tour.
We took the metro over to the Opera/pyrimedes stop at 630 to catch our tour.  It left at 730 and just getting dark.  The boat had lots of seats and it was covered with glass.  Seats were comfortable and each seat had a audio device that you could hear a narrator in many different lang tell about the sites on land lite up.  The Eiffel tower was spectacular and Glenda and I took many pictures.   After the cruise we took a bus that took a drive though Paris streets and the audioguide talked about the lite up buildings.  The bus tour was running late and we had to talk them into taking us back to the opera area so we could get the metro we had come on to return to the apartment.  When we got back to the apartment which was now about 12 we ate some cheese, a  vegetarian quiche sort of item. french bread a glass of wine and then bed.