A weekend in Paris
|The Paris Dream, Eiffel Tower|
Paris was the last hop on my Europe backpacking trip. And I would add, it was the dessert ever for those lovely 2 weeks.Day 1:
The Italian night train from Milan to Paris had really crammed berths and a person like me couldn't even turn without being cautious. We hopped off the last night train in the morning and got a good stretch and headed to the tourist office to inquire the next night train back to London. And then, tan ta da... only EuroStar runs to London and we weren't allowed on that with our second class youth passes. After walking to the metro station and getting the day metro pass, we somehow managed to find the Youth Hostel. This somehow seemed like the longest we had taken to figure our way to the hostel. maybe because everyone was tired and it was the end of the trip and the roughed up night train ride to add.
Oops hostel had a French lady to the main desk whose English kinda sucked. Forgive the racism, but I think till date France was the most racist country in terms of politeness to non-French speaking tourists. Anyway, we felt a bit better when she said breakfast is on house everyday and we managed to get some leftover croissants, which by the way were the best I had tasted till date. The Srilankan housekeepers were also friendly and helped us to some extra breakfast items which were already taken off the table because 11 am was well past the hostel breakfast time. Internet was also free and unlimited at Oops.As soon as we freshened up, with the mental calculation of 48hr bath lag, we just headed to the Eurolines office to buy the night bus tickets back to London. Then we headed to
|View from the Top of Eiffel Tower|