So before you read this, if you havent already ready my amsterdam blog, I would start there. Its the only way to understand why this city went the way it did.

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So now you know why I was basically dying as we landed in Paris. We tried desperately to get an uber but couldnt seem to find the guy so said screw it and got on of those fancy black taxis. The guy didnt speak a word of english, and we didnt know how to say anything besides “paelez vous anglais” aka DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH? After some angry sign language and aggressive pointing we were on our way. Ryan must have still been high because he was still trying to talk to Mr. Taxi Driver Man, yet having absolutely no success. So we eventually settled into quite the silent drive to our Air bnb street. We arrived to our street and had no idea where this air bnb was located (possibly the hangover and weed) but we said our only other known french word “merci” and tipped the man. Where he responded in clear English without a hint of an accent “Youre welcome, have a good trip!” Oh NO HE DIDNT!! After all that, Mr. Taxi Man knew fluent English? We were so annoyed. But thanks to this incident we found that alot of the French know English, they just dont like to speak it. (Also it is respectful to ask them IN FRENCH “paelez vous anglais” instead or saying it in english)

Our air bnb was located in more of an authentic street in paris. It didnt seem very touristy and it was full of apartments not hotels. I loved that! When we e finally found the door with the street number on it, we walked in to a cute mini terrace. I was hungover but already in love with the beauty of this city. We roamed for about 30 seconds until we used Air bnb to call the apartment owner and figure out where the heck to go. She was a very sweet old lady who came down and guided us to where we would stay. The apartment was very tiny as we expected, but very clean. It had a mini kitchen and a fold out couch that only gave enough room for you to shuffle step around it when unfolded. I didn’t care about the size I was loving the authenticity of this. But not enough to keep me awake. We unfolded that bed so fast id be surprised if the old lady had closed the door yet. We napped from about 10am-7pm when we finally arose to find some food. Still feeling terrible we didn’t head far, it was a roll out of bed, throw on some mascara and jeans type of event. We walked right acorss the street to a fancy restaurant where we were completely under dressed and clearly the only americans to ever go there. Keeping up the trashy american stereotype once again. (youre welcome america.) None of the waiters spoke english (or maybe they did and just didnt want to) and we couldnt read the menu, so we took a guess and pointed at something. This is when I started to regret not studying up some french before coming. Unprepared as usual Christine. The meal ended up decent. Im not sure what Ry got but I ended up with a pizza with a sunny side up egg on top. Wasnt bad to be honest. After this we literally couldn’t muster anymore activity so we went back and slept.

The next morning we woke up still feeling a bit off. I remember thinking “part of me still feels high, but how is that possible?” Needless to say this was another confirmation that I would never touch that shit again. We headed for breakfast where we got the BEST crosiants I have ever had. I was never a crossiant fan, theyre always too dry and flaky. Like why wouldnt someone just have a bagel or donut? Well since neither on of those were on this menu, a crosant it was. No matter how you feel about this bread item, I strongly suggest you get one while in France. They taste nothing like they do in the states. The fluffiest things you will ever eat. Needless to say the food and expresso did the trick and I was feeling better and ready to head to the elfiel tower.

The elfiel tower is more magical in person. I dont think its magical because of the way it looks, but because you have that feeleing of “WOW Im actually here!” It is one of the traveling staples. Something thats on everyones bucket list to see in their life. And there I was looking right up at it. Honestly it did feel romantic. I made Ryan buy me a new selfie stick. (He drunkenly broke my $45 dollar blue tooth one while in Amsterdam and now replaced it with a $5 one…..it actually worked better.) and we took about 43892637483748 kissing photos with the tower in the background. This of course followed by 4392783 #handstandsallovertheworld photos. After, we sat for maybe 20 mins in the park and just staired up at the eiffel tower determined to soak it all in. But all great things must come to an end as it slowly started to sprinkle to we darted for cover under a crepes stand where Ryan had a decious chocolate crepe right at the base of the tower. By the time he devoured the crepe it was completely downpuring. We had planned to walk to the Louve but now a covered bicycle taxi seemed to be the better route. We could have easily taken a regualr taxi but if you have the chance, take the bicycle one. Theres something about darting around the streets of paris in the rain that made me feel like I was in a movie.

When we got to the Lovue it was still pouring rain but thankfully we had brought an umbrella with us. (HA! Hows that for responsible!) We hopped in the extremly long line, waited and watched all the haglers and gypies try to sell people $5 umbrellas. We gigled to ourselves about how we were sure someone would spend that money and the umbrella would break in 2 minutes from the wind. Sure as freaking shit not a half hour later wasnt Ryan chasing down one of these folks to buy an umbrella bc ours broke. We were soaked when we finally got into the Louve 3 hours later. Yes, we waited 3 hours in the rain, because how many times in life will we be in Paris right? Turns out, we both have no interest in art. But if you have even the slightest, I would recommend. The Louve is huge and an art lover would need days to weeks to see it all. Ryan and I got through 1 hour and said “what are we doinggggg” and left. (3 hours in the line, 1 hour inside – sounds like some dumb stuff Ryan and I would do.) All in all I am glad we went. Its cool to say I have seen the Mona Lisa in person. Although let me tell you, its not all its cracked up to be. Not only is it in glass, but its roped off within 10 set of it, then theres a massive group of people trying to see if that I couldnt get within 40 feet of the actually painting. So we left the museum of some of the worlds oldest art and history and  went to get food. Now this was up our ally! (I always thank god for moments like this with Ryan. I couldn’t imagine being a couple where he wanted to stay and spend hours looking at art and I just wanted to leave and eat or vice versa.) We headed to a cheese shop and talked to a nice French man who recommended a few cheeses to try. We ordered about 5 different kinds of cheese, a baguette, sandwhich, and some eclairs, and some went back to out Airbnb to eat it. Amazing. No wonder the french are known for their bread and cheese. We relaxed for a short time until we got ready to go out to our actual dinner. (this double meals things is a norm for us if you havent noticed through my blogs) The resturant was once again not in a touristy area so we decided to sit out on the street and people watch. The menu had nothing on it I wanted besides wine so I ordered a glass and some Duck (when in Paree!) Duck sucked. (This is one of those pre vegetarian blogs if you hadnt caught on) The wine however was delious. Sitting on a side street of Paris drinking wine was amazing. It really is a beautiful city, in the sense of architecture. Every building has that ‘old french vibe’ and with archeitecture alone it may be one of the prettiest cities in the world. Unfortunely archetiture is not the only part you expierence in france. The city smells. Yes they are known for that, and yes it is true. I dont know if they have an out of date sewer system but the entire city smells like a bathroom. In addition, most of the french people were a bit rude to us. So with that combo, it wasnt out favorite city but I would be willing to try again!

The next morning we left. We had only scheduled 2 days in Paris with the 3rd day in France going to Versaile. I was a bit bummed we had wasted a full day because of the Amsterdam incident but hey whatcha gonna do?