Yes it is spring in Paris and it is sunny and warm with new blossom and leaves on the trees.

We were last here in 1978, 37 years ago, half a life time. We were here for our fifth wedding anniversary which I guess was appropriate as Paris vies with Venice as being the most romantic city in the world. We were camping in the Bois de Boulogne and were here for about 3 days. We ticked off all the tourist spots, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo at The Louvre, Sacre Coeur and went out to Versailles. The Centre Pompidou was newly open and an architectural sensation so spent some time there and went to the Folies Bergere which were still considered slightly risque back then.

This time we are only here a day before catching the TGV train to Bayonne tomorrow. We decided not to join any queues at museums or galleries or towers or river boats but to just take to our feet and soak up the sites, sounds, smells, tastes and feel the warmth of a lovely  Paris day.

We headed off toward the Eiffel Tower thinking this is a pretty big landmark and should be easy to find. Leaving our hotel we could see it off in the distance but after winding through narrow streets flanked with five or six story apartments we kept losing it until it popped up off to the left or right but still the same distance away.

This became a bit of a game as rule number one was no consulting a map. We did come across some interesting things. In a narrow street we saw a sort of conveyor belt contraption propped up at an angle against the building. A house lot of furniture was being loaded up to a little balcony on the third floor. We knew a lot of these older apartments had no lifts so now we know how they move their belongings.

Then to the circus of the Arc de Triomphe which is the epitome of organised chaos but somehow seems to work. Twelve roads radiate from the roundabout and there are about six layers of vehicles circulating and trying to enter and exit. If you are in the roundabout you give way to anyone entering which seems crazy. While there we saw a crash that injured a driver so a police vehicle and ambulance joined the circus. Three policemen stood in the road at the busiest intersections , waving their arms and blowing whistles. They were studiously ignored and almost run down many times. It’s amazing that tour coaches and eighteen wheeler trucks join this crazy dance.

Barbara is disappointed she is not getting to use her school girl French as people look at us and speak in English. At a cafe for breakfast she bravely asked for deux omelettes avec fromage et jambon s’il vous plait and the waitress said “right two ham and cheese omelettes, what would you like to drink”?

The hotel room,  actually a tiny studio apartment,  is great. Two minutes walk from the Air  France Les Cars shuttle bus stop and the Gare Montparnasse TGV train station. It is very trendily modern, has a bathroom with bath, a fully equipped little kitchen, wee table, with two chairs, couch, and a “Murphy” bed. The whole place only works because the couch sort of folds down onto the floor and the double bed hinges down out of the wall. With the bed down there is very little space for your bags or to walk around.

Tomorrow we head south.

Today was a contrast in two flights.

Air NZ departs at 11pm for a twelve hour flight. So we all start weary after a full day. There’s a meal at 1am which you don’t really want and then the cabin is darkened and you try and sleep or stare numbly with increasingly sore eyes at the back of the seat in front of you. There’s a moving image but you keep losing concentration on it. And your mouth gets drier and drier and your nose and ears block up. After hours and hours you look at your watch and 15 minutes have passes.

The passengers are 95% Chinese and they all seem to have brought young children. The children all want to scream and after a while you want to scream too. It’s dark inside and dark outside but nothing to see anyway because it’s all sea. After a lifetime the walking dead emerge into a hot humid beige haze land.

For some reason our luggage could only be checked through to Shanghai,  not Paris as other people’s were. So instead of going to a transit lounge with no formalities we had to fill out an arrivals card, queue for immigration, wait at baggage claim, queue at Customs and queue at security. Then a 2 km walk through what must be the largest terminal in the world to check in at Air France. No eticket kiosks here. Queue for ages to get a boarding pass, queue for security, queue for departure card at immigration. A 2 hour 50 minute stop over and spent 2 hour 20 minutes in queues.

We were not looking forward to the second flight of the zombies. But no, what a difference. The flight left at 10am so all the other passengers were fresh and excited, they were Chinese excited to go to Paris and French excited to leave China and go home.

After 2 hours lunch arrived and it came with champagne, wine and beer, and concluded with aperitifs. And it all came with chic, elegant flight attendants who truly smiled with their eyes and not fake smiles with only the corner of their mouths. They purred at you seductively in French even if they were only saying merci monsieur. I think lack of sleep and relaxing after lunch with a small bottle of cognac were having their effect.

Barb thought the flight attendants were a bit intimidating being so tall and immaculately groomed.

Little groups gathered in the aisles and the lobbies to the galleys and the rest rooms and everyone was very chatty and smiling and making new best friends. A million selfies were taken with nameless people you will never see again. Next month: delete, delete, delete.  Nobody bothered watching movies.

Outside and inside it was bright and we flew all day in the sunshine and it was all over land even if it was Mongolia or all the Stans. Is there an Anzacistan somewhere in Turkey? The only nagging thought was how many war zones we were crossing. In no time we had landed and it felt like you had spent a pleasant afternoon with convivial friends and you sort of didn’t want to leave.

It is interesting to sit in the plane and listen to the difference between Chinese and French. To me Cantonese seems to be sharp and jagged and shouted. French seems to be soft and silky and almost whispered.

Everyone talks about airline food so here goes. The food on Air France is no better than Air NZ. It is just slightly more adventurous and interesting.  What seems delicious in French is just a bit ordinary in English. On Air France, in the afternoon when the throat was starting to get a bit dry,they brought around ice cream on a stick. Just perfect.

For our age we are reasonably fit and healthy. We do an awful lot of cycling, regular walking and a little swimming. In February we went to Tasmania for 3 weeks which included some walking and 10 days of cycle touring with panniers. We had concentrated on keeping cycling fit and decided to leave preparation for the Camino until after we returned from Tas.

The chart below is a record of the training we did over the last 10 weeks:

The red squares are walking days, the green are cycling days and the white days were sitting out in the sun practicing drinking red wine and eating tappas.

Walks less than 10 km and rides less than 40 km are not recorded. We did a total of 708 km walking and 846 km cycling.

At the start we were aerobically fit, more so than needed for walking, but not walking fit.

We used the walks to try out different socks, shoes, clothes, etc, and also experimented with day packs and walking poles. The only things we didn’t get to trial were our ponchos as it didn’t rain at all.

Twice we did a four day walk – Raumati to Plimmerton to Wellington to Plimmerton to Raumati – 110 kms. The first time, in our second week of preparation we had tired legs and tender feet with one or two small blisters and hot spots. The second time in the eighth week was much more comfortable, no leg or feet issues and we had learnt to fill our ipods with our favourite music.

We probably didn’t do enough on hills but had no problem with Hemi Matenga, Paekak Escarpment, Wharero Farm, Matai Huka or Mt Kau Kau. We didn’t get to walk in snow or practice beating off wild dogs. One thing we did have to learn was to keep our walking speed down. The key to a long distance walk over many, many days is to walk slowly and softly.

For the last six months Barbara has been learning Spanish using Duolingo, a free online, interactive computer programme. This took about 30 minutes per day.

It will be fun to see how useful that is going to be. Paul practiced weird and wonderful hand gesturing.

Now we are just itching to get started. Keep following us to see how we get on.