On Sunday, we got to the airport early for our flight to Paris. Security was a bit of a hassle flying out of London, and both Danielle and I were picked out and had our bags searched. By searched, I mean all of our personal belongings were dumped out onto a table for everyone to see, then stuffed back in our bags. Wonderful. My mood improved when I remembered that my seat was in row one, and I had the whole row to myself, which meant leg room and a window seat. After we landed at CDG, we spent a frustrating hour trying to buy train tickets to the city. The machines only took certain bills and coins, which none of us had of course, and there seemed to be no one who could help us get change. Finally, we met another woman who was in the same position as us and we figured it out together. Our hostel, or should I say hotel, was wonderful! Arty Paris had free breakfast and lockers, wifi, directions to major landmarks, travel tips, room cards and an ensuite bathroom. The front desk was very helpful, and there were bakeries and restaurants within walking distance.
The first thing we did was walk along the Seine River to the Eiffel Tower, then continued on to see the Louvre, bastille, and other incredible buildings. It was such a lovely day out, and we stopped for crepes and rose vin to celebrate Danielle’s birthday.