Mark got really excited because we got to take a high speed train to France.
21.05.2007 - 21.05.2007 25 °C
We had 10:40 am tickets on the Eurostar train to Paris. Not knowing what the check in and boarding process would be like, we tried to start early. Like normal, we didn't get moving quite as planned. After two tube trains, we made it to Waterloo station. Very chaotic but surprisingly efficient. Without much trouble, we made it through check in and security. We threw our bags on car 5 and made it to our seats just as the train was leaving. 3 minutes early! The British are prompt.
Megan slept despite the fact that there were 52 screaming 10 year olds on our car. During the trip we heard names like arsehole & bloody fat arsehole. Apparently, their teacher didn't hear any of this. She only got upset when one of the children called another one a liar.
The train arrived on time to Paris' Gare Du Nord station. After some struggles, we figured out which metro train we needed to get to the hotel.
After settling into our hotel in the Latin Quarter and recovering my shoulders from carrying our shiznet up two out of commision escalators in the metro station, we set off for Notre Dame. Now for all you Purdue fans out there, we're not talking about that learning institution in South Bend that I like to refer to as Notre Douche but a church in Paris.
From there, we took the metro to the Eiffel Tower. IT'S BIG!!! Bigger than on TV; bigger than on the Bachelor; bigger than any picture you've ever seen!! We decided to purchase tickets to the top. I wanted to walk, but Megan insisted on the tram car; We took the tram. The views were spectacular!
From the Eiffel tower, we went back to the Latin Quarter for dinner. We ate at a nice place and then looked for an internet cafe. Along the way, we had Gellato. Then it was off to bed (a double size bed within a sparse room and a non functioning AC unit.) We spent the night with the window open and sweating without any covers. Megan was highly concerned that a bat was going to fly through our non screened window during the night. I assured her that of all the open windows in Paris that night, a bat was very unlikely to chose ours. She reflected on a story about her sister many years ago????