Rachel and I embarked on our magical, impromptu journey to the city of lights and crepes. Our flight out of Luton was early so we left Oxford before the sun came up (I was not pleased). We took the bus to the airport where we had the worst food ever (almost inedible mocha and sandwich for me) and then played 20 Questions until we boarded. Our flight was only an hour! We landed in Charles de Gualle on time, found the RER B train into the city (8,5 E), transfered metro lines, and made it to our hostel unscathed and very proud of our traveling abilities. The hostel was fantastic. It was called Oops and was right at the start of the Latin Quarter. We got complementary breakfast, too! There was a metro stop literally 10 seconds away and it turned out to be in walking distance of a lot of the things we wanted to see. Our roommate in the 4 person room we shared was a girl from Fordham, who was really nice but we didn’t talk to her too much.
It was late afternoon, but we were both tired from traveling and little sleep, so we decided to take it easy and not try to tour anything. We went out on a little walk and wound up seeing the Latin Quarter, an adorable fruit market, the Pantheon, the Eiffel Tower in the distance, Notre Dame (complete with Christmas tree, organ service, and nativity), the Seine, and Hotel de Ville. Not bad for a little stroll. However, it started to rain once we left Notre Dame, so we were a little bit wet and very hungry. We headed back to Oops to eat at the restaurant next door and went to bed.
Really brought back memories for me, Robin. There is nothing like a fruit and flower outdoor shop in Europe. The location of the hostel seemed really convenient. I guess we didn't get to that area when we made our "family" trip. Could one bring back wine and pastry to the hostel?
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