Paris hasn’t been everything I’d imagined it to be. Had I known what I was doing and had more time, though, it might’ve been. As soon as I arrived at Charles-De-Gaulle airport I pushed through crowds of travelers to find a way into the city as fast as I could. You can’t take the metro directly from the airport into Paris you have to transfer from a different type of train, one that I thought was the metro. It wasn’t. I arrived at the Airport around 10:00pm the last train returning to the airport leaves at 12:00am and the train takes about forty minutes to reach the center of the city. I had almost no time to see anything even if I knew what I was doing. If I made a mistake I was f’d. I made a mistake. I got off at the wrong stop, thinking I’d be able to see the Champs-Elysees and what-not. But Instead I got offered maps, bracelets, and drugs. I did see some Catherdral or something. I don’t know what it was, but I was gorgeous, and there were a ton of tourists there crowded around some black guy playing his guitar and singing 70s R&B. I can now say I’ve been to Paris which is a plus, but I can’t say it’s been great. I’ve slept about three hours in the last 42 or so. I guess I am going to try to get some sleep on this hard as hell marble floor. (I’m actually home now)
1 comment:
That sucks about Paris.
But it's a good story. Braving the foreign city of Paris and its transportation with only 2 hours to spare.
:)
Rest up!
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