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She took us to bastille for a fantastic dinner, i had a chicken skewer, we headed to an apartment of josephine's friend's where we ate, drank, and were merry for the rest of our night. after leaving, fully 'museum tired' we went off to recoup in our room before meeting with my friend josephine, who's studying in paris for the year, for dinner. The following day, we set off to the louvre where we were sure to get our ticket prices' worth and spent quite a few hours exploring. after this meal we headed off to montmartre to explore and go see (not literally of course, no one can afford it) the moulin rouge. That evening we got our dinner (went with the steak this time) which more than made up for our first blunder, and earlier that afternoon we discovered the joy of low-cost sandwiches from just about every boulangerie.

after the champs, which was very nicely decorated for christmas, we headed to the latin quarter to find dinner and explore that area a bit. i had us pull over, it's nearly required, at la duree to sample some macarons of the finest quality. but that yields a better selection of higher quality goods set up in slightly more permanent establishments than the usual newspaper or bed sheet laid out on the ground.įrom there we headed to the champs elysees to see the arc de triomphe and window shop a bit. sadly, this flea market had more antiques and less obviously stolen items, so prices were a tiny bit higher than what i have grown accustomed to. but it seems to be what i do on the weekends) to hunt through whatever they had to offer and then some. we did end up finding the street, which handsomely rewarded me with an almond croissant, which i acquired with my very little, very butchered, french.Īfter our morning walk, we headed to the flea market (real original, i know. starting the day as every day should, with a baguette, we made our way in the rough direction of which we could remember was the right way.

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So our first full day started with a quick walk to a street which was known for its baked goods, and was nearby the pantheon (and what we soon discovered) the mosque. grazie a dio! so it's been a large circle, but i did in fact make it back to where i started - LAX, only this time returning after many new adventures. and in about 5 short hours, i was finally back to california, southern california that is. thanks to me paying it forward, my delay in paris did not cause me to miss my connection to LA. However! once you do in fact get into toronto, through security (thanks canada, way to slow down efficiency), and to your gate it's not so bad. well the trash i've kicked out into the aisle on behalf of you disagrees ma'am. especially when she's convinced underneath her seat (which translates to my foot room) is a trash can. that's because when you have a family of 4 in front of you, 2 of which are young and decide their in-flight entertainment would be screaming, it tends to drag. My first stint, i think around 7 hrs long, was from paris to toronto sure felt longer. sadly i didn't know this until after it was too late. my luck earned me an hour and a half, although what lay ahead on the plane was worth waiting for. thanks to the aforementioned snowfall, flights leaving paris were justly delayed.

however it would be stopping short, because although my travels were pretty much over, my tales were not.

Now for more times than not, this would be an ideal spot to end the tales of my travels. it began to snow as i soldiered forward, bags already tugging at my arms, and i passed a delivery truck with two men arguing with one another. i walked along an empty sidewalk in the dark, hunting for one open boulangerie (it was about 6 45 AM) to get a baguette as i trudged on to the metro. My exit from paris was straight out of a movie.