Bonjour Paris!

The man had to take a jaunt to Paris during this work trip. I wasn't the least interested in visiting Paris. I had a choice to stay on in London or to hop across to other cities to see friends. Since I couldn't quite juggle schedules to hop north or wherever else because the friends are also travelling, I decided to be a good girl and follow the man to Paris.

It's just another city. It doesn't make me feel unwelcome, but I'm just not into it. I don't like Paris very much. There, I said it. I can also quite happily wander around. Not at the shops though. Not keen on shopping. There's nothing to buy. Not my first time here, won't be the last either. Six years of studying French as an exam subject ensured that I could understand the language and if forced to, even speak it passably. Shouldn't be much trouble getting around. Even if I'm alone, I'd like to think that I'm not an easy target for the notorious muggers in the city. In between, I've got the friends who indulge me by helping to buy stuff from wherever. The culture of a city attracts me most. Hopefully, I can catch up with friends. If all else fails, I could immerse myself in more museums.

Loved the quick train ride that came with breakfast on proper cutlery and plates. The strawberry and cream yoghurt was so filling. Decent butter provided. If only they would do something about the cold bread. Oh well. Bonjour!