Hotel de Belfort
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which didn’t look much from the outside, but maybe if I’ve got some cash left I
might go in. I’ll see if anyone in the hostel has been or fancies going
first. I was impressed that I’d managed
to get both the Sacre Coeur and Moulin Rouge in before I’d even seen my room.
I checked in and dumped my bag in the room,
a group of fellow backpackers were heading out to a ...
... the weather was nice here, so waiting in line wasn't so bad. It moved quickly to get inside the church. We silently wandered around viewing the church as there was a service happening. We were going to wait for a tour, but arrived an hour ahead of schedule so decided to move on. There is an additional line, incredibly slow moving, that was to go to the top of the tower. We decided to come back the next day to do this and get in line early.
Next stop was Chateau ...
... at a hotel and waved my hand in some inaccurate direction. You never, ever tell anyone exactly where you are staying-unless you intend on having them join you. "Vous n'avez pas besoin d'un guide?" (Do you not need a guide?), he inquired. "Non, jamais" (No, never). He then asked where I was going, and I gave a vague answer about visiting Notre Dame and the surrounding area. I smiled and continued enjoying my lamb chops. Eventually, he went back inside and I began ...
... contestants were given the assignment of preparing a scallop appetizer within a 10-minute period. She put her all into the task, and busily created a pretty dish. All entries were judged by professional chefs, and while she didn't win first place, she had a lot of fun and still won a t-shirt and cap. A Parisian cooking contest. Could there have been a more perfect way to end ...
... he reluctantly was on his way without us. Then we were a bit away from the basilica and in the streets of Paris. I was very thankful I didn’t have to lug my baggage around, as it had still not lost its creepy feel. Again we were being stared at and followed at times. I don’t know what it is about us. Like this morning, thankfully once we crossed streets they would stop following. Ahead of one of our streets we saw a man walk up to a ...