1. Getting there That title is an homage to that melancholic movie "The Last Time I Saw Paris," which is loosely based on a story by and the life of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I love that sappy, melodrama. I must have seen it a dozen times. But, let me tell you about the first time I saw Paris. It was in the days when one considered air travel--especially trips across the Atlantic--as great adventures. One dressed up to travel then: I wore a suit and tie, as did most of men when they flew somewhere, and women dressed as if they were going to a party. I flew into Mexico City the night before the flight to Europe and stayed in a fashionable hotel on Reforma Avenue. It was a quarter past nine by the time I had settled into my room so I decided to go down to the lobby bar for a drink before I went to bed. I sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. (I felt that if I ordered my usual drink, a beer, I'd look like the young "innocent abroad" I wa

  We rent out our house to Parisians during the summer, so we off it to Paris while they’re in our home. I dislike air travel and so does my wife. Thankfully, in France there are more civilized ways of traveling. Trains take more time but we're not in a hurry. A trip to Paris takes a bit more than five hours, but first class is comfortable and quiet, and if you buy tickets for the iDTGV section where mobile phones are prohibited and people behave in a civilized way, one has time to read, write on one’s computer, or just relax and look out into the lovely countryside of France. Driving is not a bad choice either. In France, the motorways are very good, with plenty of nice rest stops, but they are to be avoided in summer, especially in August. So, when we do drive up to Paris we go by the national roads. Our favorite is National 21. It goes up the very center of the country. We go east on A64 until we get to the junction of N21 near Tarbes. Then we turn north and go th