Venice that morning was cooling and sunny. Woke up late at 8.30am when we were supposed to leave by 9am. =Z I had made an alarm for 7am for a weekday, forgetting that it was already Saturday. My last holiday weekend. (Sniff. ) So we moved off by 9.10am, grabbed a couple of crackers and left for the water bus to the bus terminal. We were leaving for Paris that morning for New Year's Eve.
The aerobus #5 took us about an hour to get to the Marco Polo Airport. By that day, we had one suitcase, one back pack, one hand luggage and a new camper shoe to drag along. Reached early so we queued for check in earlier than required for a good 20min, only to be rejected by the staff and asked to lessen the weight of my 23 Kg suitcase. Damn it. Budget airlines don't give face. Bleah.
By late afternoon, we were back in Paris and shagged out like crazy from the flight and the Metro ride back to Paris from CDG. And Alv had a paper due by the end of that day that he hadn't completed. =Z So while Alv finished up his paper, I was out trying to look for a Prada that was still opened. New year's eve evening and closed shops. And rain. Bleah.
Dinner was at a corner shop near the Berthillon ice cream cafe. Had our long awaited Berthillon ice cream and our last Paris dinner of Tar Tare and cheese burger with red wine, as usual. Enjoyed our outdoor seats with the heater, food, wine, cold, blanket and rain. After dinner, we joined a couple of Mexican and Spanish friends for our last 2011 moments with cups of 12 grapes each for the new year. Spanish tradition: One grapes for every strike of the clock in 12 seconds at 12am for a new year. We were late trying to get to the Eiffel Tower for the count down and had spent 12am of 2012 in the RER B. Passengers in the same cabin as us were cheering for the new year and going around saying Bonne annee (Happy New Year). By the time we reached the Eiffel Tower, people were starting to move off. That was were we had our Moet champagne and 12 grapes and watched random fireworks. There were no big scale fireworks this year at the Eiffel due to a budget cut. Disappointed. The after party crowd at the Metros were crazy. People were queuing up just to enter the Metro and frustrated people were pushing doors down. In the end, we managed to find a quieter Metro line to get back to the Cecil Hotel. New Year's party in Paris ended at 4am for us.
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