Paris: Day Eleven

After much drama with Eurostar that I won't even get into, Maggie and I left for Paris on the train at 6:40AM. We arrived in Paris at 10:40AM. Maggie had to rush off to work so she gave me her keys and explained the way to her home. Before she left though, I pointed out a huge turd in the corner of the metro station to which she replied "Welcome to Paris."

I made it to Maggie's without incident. However, I should point out that I had 1 hour of sleep (in a bed) under my belt, had napped on and off throughout the duration of the train ride, and had nothing whatsoever in my belly. Whilst lugging my bags and climbing a bajillion stairs to Maggie's I wanted to cry, pass out and sleep all at once. I was beat.

I really love Maggie's 'hood. It's pretty, relaxed and quaint. I basically did nothing until about 3:30-4PM and then walked around her area until about 5:00. Then, I sat on some steps near her apartment and read until Maggie arrived from work at 6PM. Maggie and I were super tired but begrudgingly decided to go for a jog.

Stairs(x20) + no sleep + no food + hatred of running = total suckage. We ended up at a beautiful vantage point of the city where people hang out, drink beers and listen to minstrel's. We sat and enjoyed the music and view for a bit. We kept joking about how romantic it was and that we were on a date. We jogged back.

We got home, did some sit-ups and took showers. We walked around Paris a bit more and found a place to eat. We sat outside at a secluded table and had a fun time. This basically seemed like another date. I can't blame Maggie for wanting me, but I mean, come on, who wouldn't? Kidding, obviously.

We stayed out until about midnight, retreated home, and collapsed onto the bed. We were exhausted. I swear I'll take some pictures tomorrow, kids. I know you miss my face. Take care, b-words!

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