Nightcap

We arrived back at the Hôtel de Paris after a wonderful meal at restaurant LÔ, in need of a cup of tea before bed. We hadn’t packed our travel kettle as we had assumed the hotel would have tea facilities in the room, but we were quite wrong.

Not to be defeated though we asked the receptionist for two cups and a pot of hot water, which they promptly sorted for us. No need to ask for tea bags, as I always make sure we travel with our own, I do like my cup of tea.

The lift was already waiting, as someone had just called it. We joined the man in the lift who was carrying two pizzas to his room. He had pressed the second floor, but we were stopping at the first, so Brian pressed the appropriate button. We made some small talk with the French chap and then said our bonsoir’s as we got out.

Our room is at the far end of the corridor, and a turn to the right. It’s always nice to be at the quieter end of a hotel, so we didn’t mind the walk.

As we reached our door, we were perplexed to find a door sign for 215, whereas our room was 119. Just as we realised, a slightly out of breath Frenchman with two pizzas turned the corner, “C’est the deuxième étage!”. We all laughed, as Brian and I set off back to the elevator. For some reason the elevator must have gone to the second floor first, which we hadn’t expected. We would have felt quite silly, except it was clear that the French chap had done the same thing, before realising and rushing back before his pizzas got any colder.

We were soon back in our room and enjoying a delicious cup of mint tea.