So after twelve hours of sleep and a four hour nap yesterday, I am finally functioning in Paris. The airport turned out to be pretty interesting. When we arrived we were asked to show our passport..no surprise there...and then we walked through customs doors...and then, much to our surprise, we were at arrivals. No baggage screening. No question session. Rien.
We then proceeded to wait for our shuttle to take us to the apartment. And we waited. And we called. And we waited. And we called. And we had the information desk try to call. And we waited. And we tried to call again. And we waited. Rien
I then asked a passerby in an orange vest for our next option. So we then discovered the bus system and got to see the neighborhoods in between the airport and Paris. A man tried to tell us to watch our suitcases closely or else people would steal them. We didn't understand him...he was speaking English.
Although it was pouring in Paris we wanted to get out of the apartment last night and grab a bite to eat. We found a small pizzeria nearby and sat down to order. The waiter then informed us that they were about to close and we had to hurry up. Not only were we the annoying Americans, but we were the annoying American customers who came at closing time. I decided that this would be one of those nights we laugh about in few months when we speak better French and fit in.
Today we're going to check out the metro system and look at Sciences Po. Our original plan was to wake up, find a patisserie and eat chocolat chaud and a croissant. Our twelve hour hibernation period sort of ruined that.
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