Day 3 of 30: Royale Deluxe. Check!

Made my way all the way to the Eiffel tower and it was worth every bit of the trek. I do love it much better in the day. No need for fancy strobes and lights for me. It’s industrial but still so sexy. It’s curves and bends make it as sensual as the city. Tourists stare in awe, grins ear to ear. Undeniably a bucket list for most. They stand in lines for hours to make their way to the top. I sit and stare for a good while…mainly to rest my aching dogs, 3 miles and they were a bit pissed at me. There is no stopping now. Off to the Champs Elysees. 

The streets are a roar as it seems as if the entire world has arrived to get a glimpse of the Tour de France finale. From end to end the Champs Elysees is lined with onlookers. Parade’s go on seemingly for hours. The street food does not entice me one bit and so the sight of the good old golden arches calls. Those of you that know me well understand this is not my repertoire but something about it screams comfort and home. I hoped I’d never utter those words. I’m redeemed at the op to try my first Royale Deluxe. I imagine that there are others in this very room channeling Travolta as they slowly chomp away, taking advantage of the welcomed rest from the bustling streets. The true movie buff that I am, I mark it as a true accomplishment. 

I head towards the ladies room to freshen up only to find a crowd of at least 50 with the same idea. A couple blocks away is the most ingenious business a snobby gal could dream of, a “Luxury Restroom”. It’s a store that consists of all things potty, decorative tp, tp holders, toilet seats and of course toilets for use. Just 2 euros per person gets you a spot in one of these lovely rooms, complete with reading material and a choice of toilets; tiny one’s for the kiddo’s. I’m in love! There are full time attendants whipping down and scenting every room after each use. Why don’t we have these at home? Sporting events, malls, gas stations. I would gladly pay for this level of “luxury” potty time and sanitation. 

It’s time! I secure a spot by luck alone within eye shot of the coming event. The crowd goes wild! I manage to record the 1^st pack. The winner Australia's Cadel Evans - although anyone who can bike for 2,200 miles deserves tremendous recognition. I can’t go for more than an hour without wanting to soak my entire body in a vat of anesthetic - now try 3 weeks! 

All and all a wonderful day on the town. Time to go home and dream up the next one. 

Night…Night