So, back to Paris. My favourite city. (at that point anyway) Twice in a one year period. It's a bless'ed life I lead. Anyway, what I forgot to mention in my previous blog was that I got on to the train to Paris without any idea where I'd be staying that night. This was the first time I had undertaken such a thing, and was pretty stressed out about it. Fortunately, the Melbourne girl I sat next to was in exactly the same situation as I was. She too had no place to stay, and if possible, was in any even more disorganised state than I was. We managed to sort ourselves out pretty quickly once we arrived at the Gare du Nord, and headed off to our hostel in the Latin Quarter. I spent the
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