B&B Paris Porte de la Villette
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This was my first experience in staying in a hostel type place. I couldn't complain with anything at the hostel. Comfortable beds, good shower! And it was relatively close to the metro. The breakfast was also very good the next day. The only bad thing is that it could get a little bit noisy but I would still recommend to others!
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This entry is a difficult one. I feel like I've a weeks worth to fill you in on and it's been only 24 hours since my last entry. I don't even know where to begin so I'm going to start bullet pointing from yesterday morning... # met my tour group... there's 53 of us on various tours. Some will leave the group along the way and more will join. 28 are …
Candicemayer stayed here on May 7, 2014 during their trip titled: Europe May 2014.
... The palace itself had hundreds of rooms, previously lived in by King Louis XVI of France and his wife Marie Antoinette of Austria. The most impressive room was the Hall of Mirrors, think a long hall filled with many gorgeous chandeliers, gold trim, mirrors and exquisite paintings and artwork. After walking around the palace we grabbed some lunch in the HUGE gardens that went on as far as my eyes could see. With such limited time to see the full ...
Brilliant weather, windy
Our day started with a stroll from Grand Palais, across Pont Alexandre III to Les Invalides.
We stopped for a photo with Hammy on the lawns, before entering the courtyard of the Musée de l'Armée that was lit with a golden hue by the late morning sun. I couldn't resist going for a wander down the corridors, lined with statues and artillery. There was a private function going on, and men in suits passed ...
... fine, much better than my french. 6) The old man; the taxi dropped me of in St Marcel boulevard half an hour before my appointment. So I had some time to sit and think about my predicament. I sat down on a bench in the street to try to regain my composure. This poor old man was seated at the other end of the bench, minding his own business. He became quite alarmed as my efforts to stop crying proved fruitless. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the odd worried ...