I was last seen 5 months ago in Los Angeles, .
May 192010
 

After struggling quite a bit on my first day in Paris, I woke up on day 2 and left the hostel feeling like a new man. For starters, I’d requested a room change – to be moved below the 5th floor where the wifi signal couldn’t reach. They put me in an empty room on floor 1 – not only way less of a hassle to run up and down all those stairs, but since I had first pick of beds I got the only free-standing one, leaving the far less convenient bunks for the Brazilian guys who checked in the following morning.

At breakfast I went through and marked everything of interest on a big city map, hopefully alleviating the previous day’s disorientation issues. Despite the supposedly “all bad ahead” weather forecast and icy cold air, the sky was again blue.

Paris, here I come!
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May 182010
 

Throughout my first day in Paris, I constantly found myself stopping to think, “Paris really is an f’ing gorgeous city.” Every single road I turned down I literally wanted to pull out my phone and write about it – but it would’ve just been the same line over and over: “So-and-so road is amazing, if you’re ever in Paris, make sure not to miss it!”

What a city.
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May 172010
 

Le Montclaire in Paris is the nicest hostel I’ve ever stayed at. For only slightly more than your average European hostel, I ended up in a (nearly) private 3-bed room with its own bathroom in a great area of town. It’s spotlessly clean with a fantastic lounge and kitchen, free wifi, and as a lifetime first, a REAL breakfast: cereal, coffee, croissant, juice, etc.

Normally when a hostel claims “breakfast included” it ends up being white toast and butter.
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May 162010
 

The moment I boarded the bus to Paris it became clear that I was in for a cultural treat. On the entire trip thus far – Munich, Fussen, Rotterdam, and Amsterdam – I haven’t encountered a single person who doesn’t speak English. Most people are virtually fluent. But on this bus to France, the driver couldn’t understand even one word I said. Nor could the luggage handler. Nor could the woman sitting in front of me, nor the man who sat next to me part way through.

France was going to be different, that’s for sure.
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