Hotel Bleu Marine - Le Bourget
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... you could.
On the way home, after a few snaps of the
red windmill all lit up, we headed back to Stalingrad station for a walk along
the canal. Now this was supposed to be a romantic walk, however there was a
terrible change of events… Ash needed to poo. And look, this is particularly
out of the ordinary but the desperation in his eyes and his strange gait told
me this was serious. ...
... decided to exit from a different gate this time thinking she would make it easy for our poor old jetlagged bodies but unfortunately we chose the wrong one and ended up walking way too far hence we were unable to make it to collect her suitcases.
How could I forget? Carmen always said the first thing she wanted to do was indulge in a Nutella Crepe on arrival and clearly it didn't take too long before she found her 1st Crepe stand.
Oh well, ...
... but we persisted. During the wait I went to the toilet (believe it or not a queue as well) and made friends with a Spanish man (a Frenchman ahead of us in line had been cheerfully talking to us and when he went into the toilet we both looked at each other and said 'oh my god I don't speak French what is he saying') and after that got a crepe from a nearby stand. In the line me and Nim took great pleasure from listening to two very ...
... to build some parts of Paris before getting to the skulls. The catacombs had been made because all of the graves took up so much space Paris couldn't expand. The government spent 30 years digging up graves and bringing them down to the Catacombs. The bones didn't smell because all the flesh had rotted away 100's of years ago. We saw many skull and bones that were put in cool patterns. It would have been scary ...
... part of Paris called, Montmartre. It's a quaint neighborhood with beautiful apartments (mostly everyone...even the wealthy live in apartments in Paris), shops and restaurants. All the streets are cobblestone. We then went to dinner. The meal was okay...nothing to write home about. But, this cute little waiter kept flirting with Shayla. It was hilarious. He kept making fun of her for not eating her salad. Our tour guide, Joel, ...