Alrighty, waking up for a free day in Paris! Still in disbelief that i'm actually in europe, and in Paris, but totally excited anyway. Nutella for breakfast = love.
But then it's off to the city for a big day of tracking down my luggage at the airport with ashley who has also lost her luggage.
First we decide to stop at Notre Dame since it's on our way to the metro anyway and we want to do SOMETHING touristy while we're in Paris. So after a quick photo shoot were off.
And boy do we MASTER the paris metro system. i swear we were alllll over that thing! but it was actually really fun. Felt a bit like a local. Only a local who takes pictures of the metro. so i guess not very local at all. ;)
Finally we get to the airport and see a huge pile of bags, immidiately ashley runs and spots hers, and i develop a previously unknown super human strength to tear through the pile of luggage looking for mine. It's not there. We talk to a very nice lady at the luggage center and she says mine's been sent to the hotel already and then fills out a slip granting each of us 150 Euro for our trou
bles! HURRAY! lose my luggage again British airways!! (though i'd later lose roughly that amount in a club in prague, calling it a wash. but that's ahead of my story).
So then we gleefully start leaving the airport but decide that since we're VERY hungry we should be real parisians (i've heard they have more than we d
o!) and eat a McDonalds (which the airport has). i get a tasty little treat called a croquet McDo. cute aye?
And then we take the metro (which we officially rock at by now) to a gorgeous basilica and chill there for a bit getting ice cream and beer. mmm. and get back to the bus just in time for the drive back to the hotel.
But then it's off to the city for a big day of tracking down my luggage at the airport with ashley who has also lost her luggage.
First we decide to stop at Notre Dame since it's on our way to the metro anyway and we want to do SOMETHING touristy while we're in Paris. So after a quick photo shoot were off.
And boy do we MASTER the paris metro system. i swear we were alllll over that thing! but it was actually really fun. Felt a bit like a local. Only a local who takes pictures of the metro. so i guess not very local at all. ;)
Finally we get to the airport and see a huge pile of bags, immidiately ashley runs and spots hers, and i develop a previously unknown super human strength to tear through the pile of luggage looking for mine. It's not there. We talk to a very nice lady at the luggage center and she says mine's been sent to the hotel already and then fills out a slip granting each of us 150 Euro for our trou
bles! HURRAY! lose my luggage again British airways!! (though i'd later lose roughly that amount in a club in prague, calling it a wash. but that's ahead of my story).So then we gleefully start leaving the airport but decide that since we're VERY hungry we should be real parisians (i've heard they have more than we d
o!) and eat a McDonalds (which the airport has). i get a tasty little treat called a croquet McDo. cute aye?And then we take the metro (which we officially rock at by now) to a gorgeous basilica and chill there for a bit getting ice cream and beer. mmm. and get back to the bus just in time for the drive back to the hotel.
Of course my luggage is still not there, so Elise, my lovely roommate, lends me a dress for our big night out at the Moulin Rouge!
We take a bunch of pics outside the place and then head in for a great food, free wine, a little bit of dancing (thank ya james!) a bottle of good champagne (again cheers to james on that one) and then a fabulous show complete with topless dancers, crazy acrobats, and of course, miniature ponies. ha. AMAZING. After the show we go back to the hotel (to discover that my suitcase STILL has not arrived by 12am) and then a good portion of the crew ventures into the walking distance town trying to find an open bar. all we can find is a Thai place that would basically be dried up if we all drank there and the gathering basically falls apart. then a brave and daring 8 of us venture into
what we presume is the latin quarter by cab only to find it's all closed. so by asking a series of street walking parisians we eventually find two fellas that go with us to some club whose name i can no longer recall. We have a blast dancing away and then 3 of us stay to basically shut down the bar. The bartender/owner's nephew somehow knows simmy's parents or something so she's 'enjoying his company' and getting brandon and i tons of free drinks while we take it easy after hours too. 
Then once everyone's off work there we go with Ali (the bartender) and the 2 bouncers for breakfast were we meet a nice little french girl and get treated for food!
Finally Ali drives us home at like 6am. and low and behold! my suitcase was finally there! So with suitcase in tow brandon and i sneak into some ladies yard?! and we chill on her patio watching the sunrise until she calls out her window that if we don't leave she'll call the cops.We leave. and then go back to the hotel just in time for breakfast and to catch the coach to switzerland!
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