We arrived in Paris, made it to the apartment, showered and immediately embarked upon experiencing the pleasures of Paris in bread and cheese form.
Also, wouldn’t you know, I ran into this guy!
Hello, Drew Emborsky.
Everything in Paris is better because it’s Frenchy and also because now we can drink comfortably at any hour of the day or night and then we just walk for hours until it’s time to sleep which makes us (in the words of duolingo) calmes et riches.
We ate lunch and found the hop-on hop-off bus. I have been to Paris once or twice or thrice a year for a decade and have never once taken the tourist bus. In other cities I always try to find the sightseeing bus to get a general lay of the land and some quick history facts, but I guess Paris has always felt like home or something. It was super fun and a great way to see the city except for the little matter of being totally exhausted from the flight and Monsieur Captain falling asleep on the bus every eleventy minutes.
We meandered our way back to the first arrondissement and over to the market nearest our apartment. I felt suitably impressed with myself for getting us all the way through central Paris without a map or a single wrong turn. After some quick grocery shopping, we retreated to the apartment where our soft, comfy couch awaited. I tried to keep us both awake until at least early evening but after a glass of wine and a little bite of baguette and cheese we faded.
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