Paris wasn't in the plan but Paris is always in the plan.
Paris wasn’t in the plan. But I guess there’s something about this place that a girl just can’t resist.
I’ve made it no secret that this whole trip has been hard on me. I’m just not getting in the swing of things. And after four weeks of being kept awake in hostel beds with a scroungy little pillow and taking quick showers standing on dirty floors I needed a bit of a break.
And when I decided to go to Paris and started looking at hostels they were all so depressingly awful or too party-centered big.
So I decided to splurge on a hotel room for five nights.
With a big bed.
With lots of pillows.
With a TV (though all the stations are in French except CNN and CNN has been mighty depressing).
And a bathtub.
And real towels.
And air conditioning.
So I figured the sites could wait…and here’s how I spent my first night in Paris…
And I swear I’ve never felt so clean.