Day 10 - Copenhagen to Paris

Our last morning in Copenhagen, we woke up just in the nick of check-out time. We stowed our bags in the hostel's front office and walked to the train station to see what the deal was with tickets to the airport.

We'd passed this signs a bunch of times - I couldn't let it slide this time. So encouraging - Eat! EAT ALL YOU CAN. I'm sure many have tried their best at this place...

And just to show you how wide-spread biking is in this city.

We grabbed breakfast at Café H.C. Andersen near the station. Yay sandwiches!

And coffee! I liked these baleen whale-mouthed coffee pots. We snacked and sat for a bit, watching the customers swirl around us. All the ladies who worked at this place looked like they could've been named "Flo" (or the Danish equivalent of) - the hair, the makeup - these were no tattooed hipster types (like the ones often manning the cafés in LA). These ladies were O.G.!

We ran past the front of the train station for the nth time - back to the hostel to pick up our belongings - and rolled back to catch the train to the airport.

I recorded this just to capture the chime that gets played as trains approach the platforms.

We got to CPH in good time, and I blew the last of our krones on bottles of water. Scurrying toward one of the shops, I saw what is probably the closest I'll get to seeing my name in lights! Use your imagination...it's only a slight stretch!

We landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport around 5pm and got on a train going south into Paris.

The busker in the back saw us taking pictures and being touristy and came by for a handout. We'd seen him at the station waiting for this train, sitting on a bench, practicing with a girl playing an oboe or something. While she spent the whole ride trying to figure out how to play The Pink Panther theme song, he hammed it up and got pretty insistent about donations. I almost wanted to go over to the girl and give her some change instead of this dude.

After rattling around on the train for a half-hour or so, we popped up out of the Cluny/La Sorbonne Metro stop (near the middle ages museum). It had gotten dark and slightly drizzly. The combination of the buzzing cafés and the theatrically lit crumbling walls of the Gallo-Roman baths was pretty fantastic. Helloooo, Latin Quarter! We puzzled over the map for a bit, then found Hotel Marignan - a small, family run place we found in a Frommer's or something. A frizzy-haired lady greeted us, and drill-sergeant style, ran us through all the hotel's rules and regulations. Left breathless, we meekly crept up to our room, then ran back down again to take advantage of opportunity to launder our clothes for free! Wooo!

It was time to take a break after cramming all our clothes into the washer. This was the view off our 5th floor balcony.

Evan sweatered up to come outside and check it out, too. After standing guard over our precious load of clothes, we left the hotel around 9:30 to find a place for dinner.

I can't remember the name of this café, but it was a short walk from the hotel, right next to a big crêpe place. Yes, it was somewhere in Paris. We were happy to sit down and chow (look at Evan's face!)

I was excited also to drink! It's water, mom and dad.

Evan got a manly looking hunk of chicken and some hefty frites.

I got a whole fish and some grilled veggies. It came with a special knife, shaped like a butter spreading utensil, but with a dull hook on the tip. I wasn't sure how to use the hook properly, but managed to get the fish off the bone - everything except the head! We wandered back home through the quiet streets, and fell asleep using our iDevices.