The Land of Bread and E-Cigs
It was surprisingly nice to see a city that was somewhat familiar. I had been to Paris back on 2007. Being 17 I really didn't appreciate it as much as I would now. I still don't understand the French, both figuratively and literally, but it really is a magical city.
As we arrived we had strict goals, find a wifi restaurant because we were both starving yet needed the Internet to find a hotel or hostel, and grab any and all information on trains departing from Paris to plan our next excursion. We walked for about 30 mins before we found an empty wifi Japanese restaurant that seemed like they had good food. I knew we were in the right place when I used my hands to show how big of a beer I wanted and the hostess did the same gesture. I proceeded to make a bigger gesture and she laughed and did the same. It was the most expensive Japanese restaurant in town I'm sure of that, but the stress of finding somewhere to sleep was more important. It was about 7:45PM while we sat and finally found a place on hotels.com. I think I ate pig vertebrae and some other weird food but since she couldn't explain it to me I didn't really care.
It started to rain during dinner so we suited up with appropriate gear and headed to our hotel. This was tricky and confusing, tricky because we don't have cell service to look up directions to our hotel and confusing because we did and it worked the entire way there on airplane mode. I guess I don't u destined technology as much as I thought I did. It was by far the longest walk yet and our bags had never felt heavier and it's only day 4. Uh-oh!
Did I mention our one bedroom hotel room has two different bathrooms. What? Dope?
The land of e-cigarette stores and scooters. We decided that staying two nights in a city is good amount of time. As I mentioned earlier how heavy our bags felt, we made the executive decision to ship half of our stuff home. We had spotted a FedEx so we knew where we could do that. Sad, but necessary. Most campsites didn't cater to the EuRail so we were limited on transportation to the campsites other than walking and let me tell you how sore I am. I knew this was going to happen but you don't really know until it happens. So we basically paid a million dollars to have them shipped to California. Thank the baby Jesus for FedEx accounts. Our packs are still heavy but my back and collar bone feel so much better.
After we took a two hour walk (we still don't know why it took that long) to ship our goods, we were finally able to explore. I recreated some photos I took back in 2007, we stopped at 3 different cafes to grab some beer, finally got my Croque Madame (for those who haven't heard, this is the best grilled cheese ever, simply because they put a fried egg on it, and ham inside) we walked to the Arc De Triumph, and mastered their metro system. Really wish we could have mastered it sooner to avoid the 3 hours and 9 miles we walked. It's in the past now.
We sipped beer along the Seine with a view of the Eiffel Tower, watching people either run by or walk by dressed to impress. I love how well dressed everyone here is. I think Paris is the origin of Hipsters. But the right kind of hipsters, still entitled and trendy, but it seems as though it's more natural. No offense Portland, you are still hipster capital USA. Do people work in Paris? I see people going places but never going into places. Their bike system is awesome. We had intentions of using them but slightly intimidated on where to return them. And if people didn't rent bikes they owned a pretty dope one. Along with bikes everyone had a vape pen, or e-cigarette, and stores for them were about as popular as Starbucks in Seattle. I still can't believe how many people smoke in this city. Everyone must have cancer right? It made me want to smoke, they all looked so cool doing it.
That's about the nicest way for me to describe Paris. I wish I had more nice things to say, but to be honest Paris is just eh' to me. I can appreciate it from a distance. Won't be needing to come back. I prefer small towns in Ireland where the people acknowledge your existence and don't have a permanent RBF (resting bitch face). Sorry Paris but I'm out. Off to Barcelona! Where my Spanglish will help us get by. I actually really enjoyed saying Bojour and Merci and even Oiu Oiu but that was the extent of my French vocabulary. Let's hope taking 4 years of Spanish in high school pays off. And by 4 years I mean I took Spanish 1 three times (because of 3 different schools, and two states) and Spanish 2 once.
One last thing I still haven't found a digital watch. Must be a faux-paw in France.