Ducks Patch

On the Saturday Jennifer was at the Hospital, but I had arranged for the Family catch up with Liz in Swindon. Breakfast was a Big Breakfast.. LOL It was Chance to slowly walk through Old Swindon The Main Street has a lot of specialist shops. Interesting. The Roaring Donkey is actually a Hair Dresser. The Goddard Arms is a Hotel, Covered in Ivy   Some great old Buildings  And Of course Liz's Place, A neat and tidy English Home.

Sunday – Departure. We decided to sleep in and to walk to the Train Station. This time slowly and be more observant. So we got up and headed up the road back to the Bastille Market, this time, the Market was open and lots of the vendors. Lots of Fresh Fruit, I got to eat fresh Peaches and Plums and sample some unusual looking fruits. Meat vendors, They still had the heads on the fowl, so that the buyers could confirm exactly what type of fowl they were buying. Be it pigeon, chicken, duck or goose and pheasant. Cheese vendor had tourist taster pack. I bought three and we enjoyed all the types. The Cured meat vendors had sampled and we purchased some tin terrine.  The clothes we all typical – short and thin. Otherwise the bakery and cooked food were all looking good. I enjoyed some duck confit and a couple of little cakes. We then went back to the hotel an checked out, before going to the bistro for Breakfa

Saturday -  The last of the major site to visit. Breakfast was again at the local Patisserie, before walk to walking to La Bastille, and Catching the Train to Ravoli from there it was short walk to the Royal Palace grounds, this was worth exploring. Before heading to the Concord, this is an impressive square was a large bronze pillar in the centre with the very expensive Shops and Hotels around it. From there we walked to Concorde Station and caught the train to Pigelle in the north.  As well came out of Pigelle station we spotted the little roadtrain to take us to  then little train unto top of Sacre Coeur Basilica. But it stopped down the road at Blanche.  So, we quickly ran/walked to the Blanche, got the tickets. Only when we start to find out we were right outside the Moulin Rouge.  So we missed that. But as the train went up the hill we got to see where Von Goft the painter lived when he was in Paris. The train crawled up the hill and passed the different