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After breakfast, we had to check out, but were allowed to leave the luggage at the hotel.
It was planned a boat trip on the Seine for the last day. We took the metro to the Eiffel Tower and then went to the banks of the Seine and booked a ride for an hour.
The boat sailed leisurely half an hour up the river to the east and had a good look at the waterfronts, Our Lady, and all of the beautiful facades.

The second half hour the ship sailed back and put us on the banks again. A relaxed and comfortable way, to experience the atmosphere of this great metropolis something. As we continue to Montmartre ((Montmartre ->; Wikipedia)) drove, we found, that we galloped slowly out of time. So we saved ourselves the rising in the bubbling mountain flooded by tourists and decided to look for a detour into a small side street near the Metro station.
There we were again though simple but still eat well and made our way back to the hotel, to pick up our bags from there. We said goodbye to Doris, which again flew to Vienna and were on our way to the metro, to drive to the Ostbahnhof Paris Gare de l'Est. Since we were there early and the platform of the departing ICEs only 20 min will announce before, we chose a table in the great hall and we relaxed some of the annoying ride on the Metro line M4; traveled as initially mentioned, the most unpopular line with Parisians.
After Klaus had bought something to drink and then came back to the table, he told horrified, that there was a bum first harassed women at the counter and then stole something. When he tried to make the employees aware shouting, erntete is the total Desinteresse. Just as he let his anger run free, suddenly came exactly this bum cursing loudly and gesticulating wildly at our table to. When he reduced the distance feel more and more, Klaus jumped from his chair, and the bum to put a sweeping impact on, but the only hit the air. As the bum still came closer again and continue aggressive rants on Klaus loshämmerte, I jumped up from the chair, and once more the bum something back. Behind us, a rose, a French visitor also from the square and tried to bum loudly in their own language to discipline. After a slugfest in French the bum then sought the width. We then calmed down again and waited for something, until the display boards should finally specify the platform and the direction in which we make our way. But without that I would have noticed it, slipped suddenly from behind the bum to Klaus to, and when Klaus immediately jumped up he spat in our direction when she met Klaus at shirt. Luckily, Klaus did not lead to tangible action, and the bum then left apparently satisfied with his lousy cowardly act of revenge, accompanied by an cronies, the scene.
Then came the security and we could very well describe them in English and especially to deliver a description of the offender the process. This was where very well known and they shrugged his shoulders apologetically, that they throw almost every day from the train station to the philanderer, but this come back again and again through a side entrance.
The security people were so nice and then escorted us to the platform, which has now been shown, and held by the Penner ausschau, if he should again start an attack against us. But we should be spared from such inconveniences for today, there was something else planned for us.
Unmolested we took the ICE space, this time in first class. We were looking forward to the better comfort and even got a little food in the place brought. The toilets were functioning water and we tried to get some sleep and recover from the stresses and strains.
This struck me sadly about difficult, because diagonally across a table-space powered by four loud chatterbox ligand women in advancing age in the Saarland dialect offensive acoustic pollution. Each had a picture lying on the Sunday before and babbles loudly on amoeba level about the great editorial outpourings of the image feature pages. It was seasoned by private stories, that did not interest me, the bean, but all were louder, was ever drunk more wine. Finally rose from Saarbrücken and I was looking forward to the pleasant soothing silence, which was suddenly interrupted by an announcement, that we must all leave the train, because of a technical problem.
Toll! Super! After all, we were on the same platform on board the Ersatzzug. Our old train had such a "serious" defect, that he again had the same drive back to Paris. Probably part of the drive was defective, that allows the ICE to drive in his home network.

Without further incident we reached the main train station in Frankfurt, preferring, to take a taxi home, because public transport now would have been too stressful for the rigors something. Klaus and Gabi got into her car to, which they parked in front of our garage, Charly was able to make his little business, and we were tired and exhausted into our beds.

Conclusion: Paris is a beautiful, pulsating, fascinating city – with a certain flair and many small restaurants, where can thus enjoy some delicious culinary adventure. This atmosphere is not only old buildings, Facades, the architecture, but also influenced by the inhabitants, which are mostly dressed elegant and casual, without that it looks cheap or placed. A short week is actually only the first sniff, and you can consider it the same, what we want to look at the next visit perhaps more accurately.