Paris

Two weekends ago I made my second trip out of London and headed for Paris - beautiful city, I can picture how much more beautiful it would be in any other season than winter.

This trip shall always be remembered as the first time that I have missed a flight.  I got there 5 or 10 minutes after the check in closed.. and.. had to wait until 7am in the morning for the next flight.  I could have abandoned the plans to visit Nic and Christine in Paris and gone home but I couldn't, wouldn't, and didn't.  I especially did not feel like going home and being asked a million times about why I was not in Paris on the weekend and how it was that I actually missed the flight (another question that might come to people is why did I catch a plane to Paris instead of the Eurostar).  Fortunately, I was not the only person that had missed that flight, a Frenchy did too, and what could have been a terrible time at Luton airport by myself (waiting for the minutes to tick on by) was made more bearable.  It was comforting to have someone there feeling just as you do.

I sms'd Nic to let him know that I would be delayed in getting to Paris, the French dinner and champagne would have to wait, and attempted sleeping in Luton airport on uncomfortable chairs, strapping the backpack to the chair so I wouldn't have to worry about it being stolen (thanks for the sms from Eiffel tower mate that made me feel that much better while I was waiting at the airport, haha).  An insight into the Amazing Race, it isn't as much fun as it looks like on TV.  I didn't get much sleep during the night, two hours if I was lucky, and then an additional hour on the flight.  It is unbelievable that even after having an overnight still didn't make it in the A boarding group!  My only chance and I missed it by five seats.. Not that it mattered in the end since groups A and B got on the bus at the same time and being near the door managed to be one of the first ten people on the plane.

The first day in Paris involved strolling around the city, having two great tour guides, after which a nap was needed then dinner and a Parisian club.  The waiter at the restaurant (which had a view of the Eiffel tower) informed me that I pronounced "l'addition s il vous plait" in good French.  The second day involved more French food, climb of the Eiffel tower, and flight back to London.