Going back to Bath was about coming full-circle. I started this blog when I first went on exchange at the University of Bath in 2006; 7 years later, I still missed my time there and was eager to relive the memories.
Of course when you have such hefty expectations, invariably the experience lets you down. So I returned to find the Bath high street transformed – the old Sainsbury I did my groceries in, the Topshop where they had a 40% fire sale (literally – there was an actual fire in the store and they needed to clear “defective” merchandise) were now replaced by All Saints and Aveda within a new mall.
It felt very odd, like I’d gotten the address wrong and landed in the wrong town… Thank goodness our meal at Same Same But Different salvaged the trip.
We were led to it by the great reviews on Tripadvisor. Those reviews were warranted, alright.
The menu was small but interesting; the food flavorful and generous.
The next morning before we left via train, we went back to Same Same But Different for breakfast. It did not let us down. Hearty, tasty, warming.
We got back to London, hastily repacked, and then headed to Gatwick Airport for our flight to Paris.
After getting hopelessly lost while trying to find our hotel in Poissonnere, we were exhausted and grumpy when we finally checked in and settled on a diner a street away.
Little did we know that Hugo was a real gem – it had great rankings on Tripadvisor city guides, and the place was chockful of locals. Our luck finally returned when we scored the last walk-in table outside. It was 9pm but still light out! Lovely.
The savory dishes were decent – M said his seafood platter was delicious – but my favourite was the tarte tatin with ice cream.
Our hotel for three nights was Hotel du Temps – a beautiful compact boutique hotel tucked away in Poissonere. In summer, the surrounding area was pretty much dead but I bet it’d be much better in other seasons when the restaurants and cafes nearby would be open and bustling.
The hotel room was small but very comfortable and clean. Poissonere is a bit far out from the typical tourist areas – and the Pink line seemed to have a lot more crazy people on it than the Yellow line (? haha) – but overall it was a cosy home base to explore the city from.
The next day we ventured into the Marais area – and got horribly lost again. This time thanks to my lack of preparation and dogged determination to not plan (a huge departure from my travel norm) and just “enjoy the moment”.
Eventually we found our way to Merci and met up with a couple of our Singaporean friends who were also visiting Paris at the same time.