
The day is off to a somewhat shaky beginning, but only in the "first world problems" sense. As in, I have no right tot complain but I am writing this at 5:30 am so I am going to anyways. I spent most of yesterday preparing. I had some papers to finsih and classes to attend, but other than thtat, i just planned my outfits. I discarded them and then I planned new outfits, looked up places to visit and wrote down addresses and useful phrases in my journal. Naptime from 9-midnight and then got up to get ready for my flight. Had to leave to catch the shuttle outside UCD at 3:30am and as I was walking alone in the dark, I see this girl BOOK IT past me, full speed ahead. I am a little weary about this, is someone chasing her? Should I be running? I forge ahead and spot a cab, doors ajar, cabbie outside, jaw open, "that girl didn't pay me!" he says indignantly. I commiserate with him for a minute and then I am on my way, so back to my complaints, my parents bought me this super awesome carry-on size travel suitcase. But Ryanair is super picky and likes to make up for their cheap flight prices by charging you any fees possible, and they made me check it. 40 euro! lame to the extreme. Oh well, I arrive in Paris, follow the heard of people to the metro and make my way towards where I hope I will find Alek and Amanda waiting for me at the hotel. I had no map and got rather lost on the way there, I asked a few people who didn't know what I was talking about and then some guy with an iPhone (bless you, Steve Jobs) who looked up the address for me and then decided he needed to walk me the four blocks to the hotel. Nice I suppose, but he kept asking me if I had "a friend boy" and "we get cafe? baby?" Frazzled, I tumbled into the hotel and luckily I see Alek waiting for me in the lobby, sweet relief! It was absolutely glorious to see a familiar face, the first in months. We collected Amanda and headed for le tour eiffel. After being bombarded on all sides by people trying to sell us eiffel tower key chains and robotic puppies and gypsies (er, not sell us gypsies, the gypsies also did the bombarding)

we got in line and waited for our turn to climb up the 658 steps to the second level. My, what a view! You can see the entire city and the shortness of all the buildings allows the famous ones to really just pop out. It is as if your map has come to life.

After the tower we walked around the park and to a brasserie where I had a baguette with tuna, egg, and tomato. mmm simple and delicious. Back to the metro and we headed to Montmarte. In front of Sacre Cours we were literally surrounded by five guys with embroidery string coming at us "just a minute, let me see your hand! I am not a bad man" Creepy. I guess what happens is if you give them your hand they make a bracelet on it really quickly before you can get away and then you are forced to give them money. Alek saved us by looking frantically at his watch, were late! were late! for a very important date1 We weren't of course, but we got out of their faster than the white rabbit. Walked along the streets of Montmarte, stopping to take many pictures of graffiti when we came upon a square with four old men playing lively music from the 20's onward. I think we watched them for at least half an hour, my favorites were a lively rendition of Putting On The Ritz, and a ton of adorable and well dressed french children dancing to What A Wonderful World. I absolutely adore buskers, they make cities so much more personal and magical. I may be forgetting something in the meantime, but I know after this we eventually meet up with Aunt Terry and Uncle Dan at the hotel for a snack of stinky cheese, wine and baguettes. Next we took a number of metros, walked past the giant graveyard where Jim Morrison is buried and found a resturaunt. It was a quiet looking place with a sweet spiral staircase in the corner. They have the daily menu on a chalkboard which our waiter came and just sat at our table,

Which I found to be quite comical for some reason. Anyways, I had duck for the first time which was outstanding, and a bite or two of Uncle Dan's KANGAROO. The place quickly filled up and when we left the streets were positively bustling with activity as we walked back to the hotel around midnight. Ah, Paris...