What better way to spend a weekend than in Paris? Well that’s what we thought, and when Aaron found a cheap flight and hotel deal a couple of months ago, we decided there were definitely boxes to be ticked in Paris.
Leaving late Friday arvo, I was definitely excited, and even though Aaron was a little more subdued then I – he was definitely excited too. I could tell by the way that he’d spent a couple of his ‘so-called’ work hours preparing an itinerary for the weekend to capture all the main sights.
First on the agenda upon arriving in Paris was to check into our hotel then head for the Eiffel Tower to climb it’s hundreds of steps and take in Paris from above. The checking into our hotel happened but, alas, the climbing did not… Arriving at the Eiffel Tower at about 9.30pm, we were disappointed to see that it had closed for the evening, and annoyed at the tour book that had said it was open til 11pm. Still managed to take in it’s size (Aaron and I differed a bit on this one, he thought it was huge and while I agreed, in all honesty I thought it was probably going to be bigger than it was) and splendour all covered in lights though.
Then it was back to our hotel for a well earned rest as afterall, we had contemplated climbing all those steps and the thought of it in itself was hard work. Just as an aside I thought I’d tell you a bit about our room… It was a shoebox! It had 2 single beds together as a double but made up as single beds – our theory was that they probably couldn’t fit a double bed through the door and into the room, as there was definitely not enough room to have the single beds separated no matter which way you looked at it. Also, it had a bathroom that made you feel like you were in a caravan, where there was about 20cm between the toilet and the shower (so that when you sat on the toilet your feet were in the shower), and most of that space was taken up by the sink – lucky the door opened outward into the room as there was hardly room to turn around, let alone swing a cat. But it was clean and relatively nice so shouldn’t really complain, especially since we were paying a pittance for it compared to the prices displayed downstairs on the wall.

By: Carmen on Nov 17, 2004