Breakfast on French baguette on the first day.
When I said I was going to Paris with a friend and her dog I was amazed by the amount of negative reaction. Including ‘But he won’t be able to understand the French dogs.’! Despite his strong Fife accent Trouble managed to communicate with French dogs, a lot of bottom sniffing and a few very delectable fluffy white girl dogs caught his roving eye.
We took the ferry from Dover but had to leave him in the car during the crossing. However if you take the chunnel you can take dogs but not on the Eurostar.
We booked accommodation, an appartment in Bercy with Booking.com which has a handy search mechanism for finding pet friendly places. He cost us an extra 8 Euros a night. The only problem really was that we read blogs which said that no dogs were allowed on the Metro and believed them. On the last day my friend took Trouble for his rabies medicine so he would be allowed back into blighty, and had a long conversation with the taxi driver, who was a dog owner, who said that where as officially no dog is allowed on the Metro – collectively everyone in Paris ignores this rule. It just meant that we did a hell of a lot of walking. I’m talking up to four or more hours a day. Great for Mr T who peed on hundreds of French lamp posts. We did however take him on the Batobus. The other problem was that many parks were banned to dogs even on leads (though not part of Bercy Parc near where we were staying). And naturally museums and galleries. The upside of that is that we saw a lot more of Paris than hiding away in buildings. Some times we sat outside when eating and a few times we were allowed to bring Trouble in with us.