The First Night In Paris.

Technically, it was last night, but I didn't have internet connection so I am copying what I wrote last night and am placing it here:


In the past 30 days, I have traveled by car, bus, train, boat, metro and airplane. I can't think of any other real method of travel. Qucik, tell me what I have forgotten so I can go do it.

White Bed Sheets
My room is all white. White sheets, white blanket white pillows, white towels, white walls and white bed. I don't think I can keep it clean. I have already spilt choclate crumbs on the bed spread.

Home at last
I finally moved into my room. It is funny, amazing, tiny and perfect. I did get my hopes up when someone siad I might have a few of the eiffel tower, but that is my only complaint. The Tower is just hidden behind a chimney to my left. But my view is quite lovely and I can see city lights. Oh, and the room makes lots of noise. It's alive for sure.

Tonight I got dressed in a black henly, my hair was tied in a cute but unintential pony, and I put on makeup and I went for a walk around the Eiffel Tower. I has in such a good mood that I was on a roll. Two old women were asking a frenchman about a builing that was lit up, I heard him saying that he didn't understand so I turned around and explained to them what I knew about that building,all three thanked me as I walked away. Vendors kept talking to me and I answered brightly and friendly but kept walking without buying anything and I took pictures for families who had an odd person out taking the photo. All in all, a vey good day.