A quick continuation...
He took us to our hostel, and we quickly realized we were on a very interesting road. Every single store, literally one after the other, for a 5 mile stretch, was some sort of sex store? Very odd. We immediately regretted our decision to take the cheap route by getting a hotel a little further from the center of Paris. When we got to the front desk, we were informed that all three of us were is separate rooms, and all on different floors. It also didn't take us long to notice that there were a considerable amount of older people in the "hostel"...we realized the place we were staying was, "Not a Hostel, A BUDGET HOTEL!" Classic mix-up on our part. Usually hostels have age limits of about 30 years old...well, since ours wasn't a hostel, and was in fact a "budget hotel," there were men of all ages, shapes, sizes, and colors. Gross.
Caitlin was fortunate enough to have a room with 3 old men, who took a liking for her. They loved to wink and whistle at her every time she walked by. Creepy. I was lucky enough to have a room that smelled like cat urine.
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| Train from the airport to the hostel! |
Our flight landed in Paris pretty late, so we quickly caught a train that dropped us near our hostel, then attempted to find our hostel. We were lucky enough to locate these implicitly clear directions from the train station on the hostel's website: "leave the station, then turn right." Thank you, hostel website. So naturally, when we left the train station and turned right, the hostel was no where to be found. And, we were also in a really sketchy part of town! So we walked around for about 20 minutes getting lost, then decided to just catch a cab, just like we did in Florence. So far, we're zero for two!
He took us to our hostel, and we quickly realized we were on a very interesting road. Every single store, literally one after the other, for a 5 mile stretch, was some sort of sex store? Very odd. We immediately regretted our decision to take the cheap route by getting a hotel a little further from the center of Paris. When we got to the front desk, we were informed that all three of us were is separate rooms, and all on different floors. It also didn't take us long to notice that there were a considerable amount of older people in the "hostel"...we realized the place we were staying was, "Not a Hostel, A BUDGET HOTEL!" Classic mix-up on our part. Usually hostels have age limits of about 30 years old...well, since ours wasn't a hostel, and was in fact a "budget hotel," there were men of all ages, shapes, sizes, and colors. Gross.
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| Our lovely budget hotel. |
Considering our living arrangements, we decided to just drop our stuff off and leave. We walked around for a little bit, then sat down at a bar and got a drink. At the bar, there was an entire Scottish Rugby team wearing kilts and singing Bruce Springsteen. A few of them were somewhat infatuated with us, and talked our ears off the entire time we were there! A few others were really drunk and proceeded to take their shirts off and reveal their hairy pot-belly's to the rest of the world. Incredibly unattractive. They kept asking us to sign their shirts, so we did, and it made them very happy!
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| For some reason they thought we looked like Lakers cheerleaders, and wanted us to sign their shirts! |
After awhile, we decided to head back! We were all so excited to see what Paris had to offer! :)
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