We stayed for a couple of days with Yannick's grandmother in Lille before making our long plane flight back to New Zealand. We were going to spend half a day in Paris with Yannick's cousins Gregoire and Charlotte, and then drop off our rental car, Clive, before heading to the airport.
On the drive from Lille to Paris, I was trying to finish all the cans of iced tea I had bought and stored in the car. I missed having tea, and it wasn't often that I could brew up a cup, being on the road and all, so cans of iced tea was the next best thing. (Too sweet and cold in my opinion, but I digress. At least it was tea.) This was the worst time to drink a load of tea, I would soon discover. I needed a wee, but there wasn't a petrol station for many kilometers. Not only that, but there were also road works which slowed traffic right down.
It was the worst thing. I thought I was going to wet myself and soil the car just as we were about to return it to the rental company. And being the motorway, there was absolutely no where to pull over.
I waited. It was excruciating. But finally, finally, we made it to that petrol station and for the rest of the car trip to Paris, I felt immensely relieved. Been put off iced tea for a good long while.
Paris, France
Not wanting to navigate Paris, we parked in the first parking complex we found that was near a metro stop, and took the underground into the centre. Many of the metro stops had beautiful Art Nouveau signs.
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We lunched with Yannick's cousins and after, Gregoire took us on a brief walk where we saw the Fontaine Saint-Michel. When it was being designed and built, it went through several different ideas, but the final fountain depicts the Archangel Michael celebrating the defeat of the devil (at his feet).
We made our way slowly back to the car, and though we were sad to see Clive go, we knew that we had taken him on an incredible journey.
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