Paris Paris Paris...
Trip Start
Jan 07, 2010
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Trip End
Jan 06, 2011
Paris, Île-de-France, France
Thursday, June 3, 2010
We booked accomodation late and ended up staying in a dive at the very end of the metro line. \after arriving by train from London at 5pm we set out to find our way to our hotel. Almost an hour on the metro and we arrived at the last station where we were meant to catch a bus. Unfortunalty we couldnt find a bus...or a taxi and ended up walking around for about an hour with our heavy packs. finally I decided to go into the only restaurant we saw and ask for directions. My french is non existent and the friendly men at the bar spoke very little english. We eventualy figured out that one of the older guys would drive us to our hotel. He insisted on talking to us in french the whole time and we just kept smiling and nodding. When we left the parking lot we realised that finding a ride from a random man in the bar was not such a great idea. He swerved all over the road and bablled on in french for what felt like ages before we finally convinced our drunk french firend to pull over. To our luck, the hotel was accross the street. Exhausted, we checked in and had a terrible pizza in the hotel restaurant before passing out!
The next day we ventured back into the city for some site seeing. We visited the Arch de Triumph, Champs elesse, notre Damn and Sacre coure before heading to the eiffle tower with a picnic and bottle of red wine. We spent the late afternoon and evening lying under the effile tower and snacking on our french picnic, waiting for the sun to set and the tower to sparkle under the moon light.
After hours of lazying on the lawn and drinking wine we decided to head back to our hotel,(10.30pm) worried if we left it too late teh bus would have finished. Sure enough we got to the last metro stop and headed to the bus stop (which we knew where it was this time) only to find that the last bus had just left. There were no taxis in site and we had no idea where our hotel was...so we headed on on foot, following the bus stops for over two hours through the dark streets of of the outskirt of Paris. We finally made it back at 1am.
the next morning we dragged our tired bodies out of bed, packed up and headed back into the city to catch a train to Marseile where my Parents sail boat "One Two Many" was anchored.
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