Bonjour de Gay Pareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! We got to our hostel without a hitch, and did a good bit of walking today. The train and metro system here is fast and very efficient. We successfully picked up our Paris museum passes, though we were warned tomorrow is a "strike day," so who knows what will be open. The tentative plan is to try Versailles, but will see how lazy the locals are feeling.
That said, the people here (contrary to expectations / what we were told) have been extremely nice and extremely helpful. We found a nice little French cafe outside our hostel. I asked the waiter if he spoke English, to which he replied "a little." My next word, "tortellini?" didn't make a whole lot of sense, so the waiter replied "German?" Meanwhile, Ben stood behind and snickered. Emily then ordered her "Gratini de Momtes au Curry" through a series of pointing and saying "this one." Ben got his drink, and we enjoyed a lovely meal outside. After a failed attempt to find Jim Morrison's grave, we had a fantastic dinner of kebabs and pitas at a local place. Then, we wandered the local areas around our hostel, admiring the sweet architecture and cute little French cars. By the way, the French use the word "bumpers" quite literally, which we witnessed more than once. Now we are about to retire, because jet lag has still not released us from its exhausting grip, but by tomorrow we should be good. Baguette!
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