Arrived in Paris

Here in Paris “aeroporte” things are not as chic as in the US. The airport looks ordinary (at least the arrival terminal). I struggled with French and was wondering what I learned all these days. Well French is hard so I consoled myself. With much hard work and plenty of “bonjour”, “parlez vous anglais?” and “merci” we were able to find the right train to our hostel. It was Friday night and Paris was alive. It was almost midnight when we reached our destination (but not the hostel itself), but Paris was still alive. A minuit (at midnight) we had a pizza for dinner. Here, pizza is not sliced into pieces and it is automatically the thinnest crust possible. We had still long way to go after that and pizza was the much needed energy for us. Anyway after much walking and finally ending up in a taxi we managed to reach our hostel. We were late and we disturbed our fellow dorm mates (Barney and Brian) so slept in the clothes we arrived in.