A final brief drive back into Edinburgh, an incident free return to Hertz renta-car, pretty much in the centre of the city, no dints on the car to report……so grateful to this iPhone/Siri/Maps, and Vodafone $5 a day. Know we could have had gps in the car, but they are often dodgy writing co-ordinates in, and…. Siri and I know each other…..
How did Mum and Dad do it 40 years ago with small-m maps!
Quick taxi back to our excellent Fraser Suites and Our Last Scottish Supper back around the corner in the Royal Mile.
We were able to have one land trip connecting our around the world ticket…..catching the Virgin East Coast train, from Waverley Station, Edinburgh, which averages 200kph and takes 4 1/2 hours, to London. It was lovely to have a quick comparative snapshot of English countryside. The transit, of a few steps from King’s Cross Station to St Pancras Station, was easy. The English Channel Tunnel was about 15 minutes of black tunnel, with sudden emergence into France, countryside, villages and homes of which, at least in this area seemed similar enough in style to that which we had seen in Britain.
Taxi from Gare du Nord to l’Hôtel was immediately hair-raising with taxi-driver manoeuvring impossibly deftly across a chaotic blocked intersection. I was able to bring out my French and say, “Monsieur, vous êtes brilliant!”, which started a conversation in French which took us all the way to l’Hôtel, the taxi driver explaining he only had school English, moi, only school French, and agreeing en français, that the traffic in Paris was second only to the chaos of traffic in Italy. He asked if my husband spoke any French….Non, zéro! Perhaps a little over-excited by now, I farewelled him with Nous Sommes Paris, Monsieur!”. (I mislead re W’s French…..he was adept at using Bonjour, spoken beautifully, and a version of Merci, which sounded like a southern United States drawl…. “Merr-cy!”. )
Using the French language has been the best fun…….