It was a long flight, and I was seated next to a French couple who were extremely concerned with constantly being attached at the mouth. I felt awkward. There was also a little boy a row behind and a few seats over from me. We played with my pillow/snow leopard. His parents were impressed with my ability to keep him quiet. I was just tired.
Both of my bags arrived at the same time as I did, which was a major surprise. People like to lose my bags. They like to lose my bags A LOT. I somehow managed to put on both backpacks and the messenger bag and grab the rolling suitcases and get it
-on the RER (a BIG subway train),
-off the RER, down the stairs,
-up the stairs,
-down the stairs,
-on the Metro (smaller subway train),
-off the Metro,
-up the stairs,
-up more stairs,
-down the stairs,
-back on the Metro,
-off the Metro,
-up the stairs,
-up LOTS of stairs,
and to the hostel to check in.
Then I brought my luggage down more stairs to the luggage storage room because the rooms are closed from 10am to 4 pm for cleaning. This is not uncommon... just mildly inconvenient. I locked up my bags and was satisfied with the security. I wandered around Paris and discovered I was very close to La Bastille:
Fabulous.
Now I'm out of time on the computer, so I gotta go!
A bientôt!
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