Monday. Day one. Paris.
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| Eiffel Tower solo shot |
Today was Brittany’s 21st birthday, so we decided to make birthday celebrations the priority, rather than the checklist. We started with breakfast at the hotel (we have to check in with our professor every morning) and had to go get metro passes (which took forever). Then we came back to the hotel and got ready for a day on the town. Caroline did fabulous make-up for everyone, and then we headed for the Eiffel Tower.
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| View from the top (the gold dome is Les Invalides) |
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| Dijon girls on top of the Eiffel Tower |
We met up with Lis, Caroline’s friend from Wake, and went up to the top of La Tour Eiffel. Before we got in line to go up to the top, Ginny and I bought hot dogs that came in a baguette (I mean, this is France).
We went back down to the ground and walked along the Seine for a bit on our way to Les Invalides. At one point, we had to cross the street in front of the Eiffel Tower, and as I was running across, I looked up to see the tower and had one of those I’minParisthisisAWESOME moments. I just had to keep kicking myself. The actual Eiffel Tower is right there.
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| Oh, hello again, Eiffel Tower |
After that, we stopped in a restaurant to share some desserts and drink wine, to continue the birthday celebrations. From there, we walked to Les Invalides, took some pics to prove we were there, and found a metro stop.
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| Les Invalides |
By then it was almost 7:30, since we got a late start to the day, so we went back to the hotel to change quickly and go meet Lis at her apartment. We had some bread and cheese in her fab Paris apartment, and then we took the metro to Montmartre for dinner. The restaurant we went to serves fondue and the wine comes in baby bottles. The food wasn’t that great, but the novelty of the baby bottles was the whole point. We had heard about it from other Wake kids that had gone abroad, and we saw WFU written on the walls in several places, even from as far back as 2003.
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| Wake Dijon 2010! |
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| Baby Bottle bar... sketchy? maybe. |
After dinner, we took the metro part of the way home. We were supposed to change trains at one point, but once we got to our change, the metro stopped running. Luckily, we met a half American/half French guy who helped us get taxis back to the hotel.
All in all, I think Brittany had a successful 21st. How many people get to say they spent their 21st in Paris?
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