Moving Day Disaster - Day 18

This morning and early afternoon was devoted to getting from Oxford to Paris in the best way possible, and that appears to be trains. Arrived at Oxford station well in time for the train to Paddington, but greeted by a crowded station trying to take the first off-peak train to London. Journey was similar to Blaxland to Central and at $50 each I can only guess what a peak fare is.

Getting from Paddington to St Pancras to catch the Eurostar was an adventure of lost ways, long marches and me shuttling bags up steps. It was a relief to get ourselves and bags on safely. Called for a celebration glass of champers as we emerged from tunnel into sunny France.

At Gare du Nord we waited in a long cue to get a taxi after bypassing all the crooks. Slow trip through traffic had us late meeting our contact for our apartment on L'ile St Louis, but in the rush out of the taxi as it blocked traffic, Gail left her handbag in the cab ....... Credit card, iPhone and worst of all her passport. We spent the afternoon trying to get help unsuccessfully. Police hard to find and useless.

Went back to our own job of contacting Australian Embassy and cancelling cards etc.

Both of us spent we searched for an easy place to eat and drink. After a few looks I remembered one nearby called Les Fous de L'ile decorated in lots of chooks.. Our waiter spoke English and had spent time in Sydney - lucky because I tried ringing Gail's missing phone one more time and the cabby answered! I quickly grabbed the waiter and he negotiated a return of Gail's bag. Not sure if I will sleep until it's is in our hands!