Arriving in Paris was a feeling beyond relief. Except that we had been unable to find internet that we could use or a workable payphone (the payphones in Paris are officially ridiculous) anywhere between getting on the train and arriving in the city. This was a problem because we were staying with a friend and had no way of getting in touch with her without looking at one simple email. We ended up having a London-reminiscent first day... wandering around, burdened by our two backpacks each, dreading a certain rainstorm, exhausted, searching, and ready to give up. Finally in a last ditch effort, we just rang the bell (and felt terrible about it), and she happened to be home.
The next 4 days were the opposite of our first two. Helene and her family were so beyond accommodating and welcoming. She made us coffee and put out pastries every single morning, and cooked dinner for us two of the nights. Every meal was several courses - more cheese and dessert than I've ever needed in my life. We wandered Paris during the day, seeing the sights and drinking a lot more coffee. We went to the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the Eiffel Tower, and ate the most amazing ice cream ever at Berthillon. We had a cliche picnic in the park and watched the Eiffel Tower sparkle a total of 3 times. It was, for lack of a better word, Paris.
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