A weekend in Paris
Trip Start Jan 09, 2004
39Trip End Jul 14, 2004
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I arrived at La Maison, a hostel somewhere near the Eiffel Tower, and due to the hour of the morning was lucky enough to score one of the last available beds
I discovered I'd been lucky enough to land in Paris the day before the Louvre's one free day of the month. This was awesome, as my only plan in Paris this time was to go to the Louvre, as I hadn't had the chance last time I was there. Then someone recommended the Paris Jazz Festival, which was being held in a big park for a mere four Euro entrance fee. I convinced everyone I met that night to come the following day, as I think things are more fun in a group - even if they are mostly Americans.
Luckily I had spearheaded the whole plan, as I mis-set my alarm and because of jetlag didn't wake up anywhere near the time we'd planned to meet. Eventually someone came upstairs to drag me out of bed, as I had been the official organiser and they didn't feel it was right to leave without me. So we went to the Louvre and I think crammed more culture into Ben and Shaun in one day than they've had in the rest of their lives. I dragged them over the coals over US foreign policy, but the most horrifying thing was that they didn't actually know that George W Bush's decisions were having much of an impact outside of the United States, and Iraq of course
The Louvre was absolutely amazing; beating the Sistine Chapel as the most overwhelmingly magnificent art gallery I've ever seen. The Mona Lisa is actually really small, and I couldn't see why the Venus de Milo was so much more famous than the other beautiful statues around her, but I'm proud to say I've seen them nonetheless.
When we tired of fine art we caught the metro to the park and chilled out on the banks of a lake listening to Jazz all afternoon. After twilight we headed back to our hostel to eat, then bought a dozen bottles of red wine for some ridiculously low price. We took them with a couple of rugs to the Eiffel Tower and sat on the grass drinking and chatting, cheering as it lit up as if in stars every hour. I don't think I could have had a better weekend in Paris had I planned ahead.