We bade Glastonbury an early farewell at one of its legendary thorn trees and headed back East.
The fields were misty and serene and dense with fog.
And then, there it was, rising up simply and beautifully in the fields near Salisbury.
It was just so unreal. I had to keep reminding myself, "I am at Stonehenge. This is Stonehenge."
We applied a few months previous to have private Stone Circle access but unfortunately they were already booked. Next time we are DEFINITELY going to do that.
And yes, the Spinal Tap song was unfortunately running on a loop in our heads the entire time.
Suddenly a bird convention started taking place.
I so wanted to stay and wander the long paths that form the full henge. I'd also like to go to Salisbury and see the artifacts that have been excavated from the site. There is a lot of new information about Stonehenge coming to light just in this last year from a brand new archeological dig so there is still so much to learn.
We then got in our car and brought it back to London, returning it at the car rental place near St. Pancras station (by then driving was a breeze and the traffic getting back into town was nothing an Angelean can't handle). It was time for the second part of our journey.
The station has recently been completely renovated for the Eurostar and it is lovely. Even though the Chunnel had recently had a huge fire, the trains were running on time and they got us on board right away.
Still glowing from our amazing adventures in England. The train trip was a breeze and extremely comfortable with absolutely delicious food. Highly recommended.
We arrived in Paris in the evening and it instantly felt like a very different place. We had to whip out our newly-learned and extremely minimal French skills, which went well enough in the taxi that our driver was charitably impressed that we were Americans. He said we spoke well and our accents were great, "not like people from Texas." NO KIDDING, in our travels we heard some absolute slaughtering of even basic words like merci (MERCY!) and pain (PAYNE!). Contrary to popular legend, no matter where we went, French people were extremely hospitable and kind to us and always appreciated our trying to speak their language, which was really nice.
We got to our apartment, had a look around our fabulous Bastille neighborhood which was absolutely alive with clubs and cafes, and promptly crashed.