Next morning, trying to fight the jetlag and the fact that Breah and I love sleep we drag ourselves out of bed at 7:30 in the morning. I still need to Pack for our massive trip to Marseilles for five days. It’s so early in the morning I’m not even sure of what I am putting into my suitcase. After bags are packed and room is semi-clean; Breah and I go hunt down some coffee with fresh croissants to have a little breakfast before venturing out on our excursion to Paris.
Arriving in Paris we track down where are bloody hotel is, which is near a metro, Thank God! We get to the hotel and when they place the key in my hand with the number 35 on it we go searching for the elevator. Well, the elevator is out of order. Why does this still shock me? We are in Paris; this is quite usual in these certain circumstances. Now, for those of you who are not aware of how the French handle their étages or shall I say floors. The number 35 is not on the American third floor, it is on the French third floor; which is on the American fourth floor. Yes Ladies and Gents, Breah and I hiked up to the fourth floor with two suitcases each plus our purses or bags for you English people who read. Collapse on the bed! We explore the room, or the free space between the bed and the mini shower. The bathroom is a shared bathroom with the floor and we have a mini shower were you can’t turn inside of it. Yay for petit chambres!
Now, to get some sandwiches to crave our hunger until dinnertime, mission practically impossible. Why? Because in France you eat when it is eating time, not when you are hungry. So if you want lunch around 4 p.m. forget it! Lunchtime is between 12 o’clock and 2:30 p.m. sometimes if you are lucky till 3 o’clock. After almost an hour wandering we find a sandwich/café place. Thank God, caffeine, and nourishment in one place. Now we are ready to set off and explore Paris.
-Stay tuned for part III