There are no porters at St. Pancras. Last year, I managed much heavier bags myself but I am still unsure on my feet after having fallen Wednesday. The wheeling of suitcases is fine but lifting them onto the train is impossible for me right now. A nice French man lifted the case for me. The Eurostar is efficient and prompt. I arrived in Paris' Gare du Nord, a five minute taxi ride away from my new pied à terre where I was met by the greeter at the security gate outside the apartment. There is a courtyard but I have not had time to take photos. The apartment is beautiful. In a small space, there is everything that I could need, even facecloths. Telephone calls to Canada are free so I was able to call my mother and husband. The cleaning person will even visit me twice during my 3 week stay. Last year, I rented for 5 months and had to pay for the cleaning although clean bedding and towels were delivered upon request.
I undertook a short walk to get some food but I am still feeling a bit weak. I bought some bread, goat cheese, olives and wine for a light dinner. I am a "Free Woman in Paris." In France, I can't even watch the Youtube of Joanie Mitchell because there copyright is much more strictly enforced than in Canada.