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HAPPY BASTILLE DAY!

I’ve only spent one day in Paris.

That was during an unscheduled layover at Charles de Gaulle Airport.  I suddenly found myself with eight hours to kill…and I wasn’t going to spend them in the terminal.

So I took the airport bus to the Arc de Triomphe, and spent the day walking around the city.  No plans.  No map.  No French.

And I was dragging my wheelie bag behind me the entire time because they wouldn’t let me leave it in an airport locker for such a short time.

Sacrebleu!

The weather was lovely.  The people very helpful and nice — that’s right, they were nice (at least to my face).  And the city was incredibly beautiful.  When I rode the bus back to the airport later that evening, I had two thoughts.

  1. I am definitely coming back to Paris for a longer stay.
  2. The Eiffel Tower is short.

I bet they threw those fireworks up there by hand.