Paris

So did I mention we went to Paris?  We stayed there one afternoon and night and then flew to Morocco the next morning.  Because I wanted to fly into Tangier, which doesn’t have nearly as many options for cheap flights as Marrakech, it actually worked out to be a lot cheaper to do it this way.  Also, we had a half-day in Paris.  And even though Paris was not really on our list of places to see in Europe, as long as it was working out that way, why not?

Here’s Brett in front of Notre Dame.

 

 

 

I didn’t go up to the top and see the gargoyles and all that because we weren’t allowed in with our backpacks, and as it was Brett just waited outside for me.  Although I think it would have been cool, I wasn’t too bummed because after all, I have been up to the top of the Münster in Bern a couple times.

It was a little cold, but actually we were really lucky because it had been really rainy and much colder earlier.  We had to carry our backpacks everywhere, and there was a lot of walking.  We went the wrong way one time and that was silly, but then we got on the bus.  Yay!  Also, Paris’ metros and things are SOOO DIRTY and stinky compared to beautiful, clean, Switerzerland’s. 

 

Arc de Triomphe.

      

We went up the Arc de Triomphe, even though we really shouldn’t have been allowed with our backpacks.  Luckily they were nice and let us.

   

Gift shop.

It’s pretty much required to take a kissing picture in front of the Eiffel Tower, right?

I have to admit, it was pretty neat taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower, I think partly because of how iconic it is, but also because of the lines and how different you can get the angles with different compositions and all that jazz.

 

 

 

   

So we had a nice little taste of Paris, but we were so beat at the end since we had gotten up at something like 4:30 in the morning to get to on the train to get to the airport in Geneva.  And hardly any restaurants were open until 7:00, so we were wandering around trying to see something that didn’t intimidate us too much (foodies we are not, and French food can be pretty weird – although our lunch was fantastic- gyros in the Latin quarter).  We eventually found a restaurant and Brett had pizza and I had salmon.  Mmm.  And then we went to our hosts home- we couchsurfed for that night (meaning we stayed with some strangers who were willing to let us come stay with them no charge) and they were really nice and we chatted for a little while and they helped us figure out where we were supposed to go to catch our shuttle to the airport the next morning.  It was a tad bit strange, but mostly really great.

The end.