And so back on French soil; arriving at yet another ungodly hour in the morning, and having to leave our luggage at the hotel and go wandering until our room was available ...
CS liked Paris better than did I; for I was greatly disappointed by the new Opéra Bastille, and greatly chilled by the temperature, and was reluctant to take the métro, which limited our travelling capacity to walking distances. But there *were* laundromats -- in fact, more than one in the street leading away from our hotel ! I enjoyed myself immeasurably in being able to walk out the door and do the washing any time I felt like it !
Somehow we found ourselves wandering towards the Opéra Garnier; even before six in the morning there were many people on the streets, and many looking at the original Parisian Opera House. We could only peer in, of course, and wonder what activities now went on there.
Our hotel being, it turned out, in the Moroccan quarter, we ate a good deal of couscous. Perhaps a little too much ...  :-/  But we did do a lot of walking, and we did get a lot of laundry done, and we did see many Parisian things, even if we didn't actually go inside a whole lot of 'em ...
As we moved away, we were accosted by some English-speaking Japanese tourists, who asked us the way to some street or other, and *we were able to provide the information* !  (This is a strange syndrome, and one observed many times, before and since: the less time one has been -- Somewhere, the less time it will take for other strangers to seek directions of one !)
The main thing about Paris was the Musée d'Orsay, and how low the temperature was: all the pic.s we have from there remind us of having to buy things like balaclavas and gloves -- but still it didn't rain !  (In fact, the only precipitation experienced was in England, out of the entire trip !)