Paris with Bottles of Red (Part 1)

St. Pancras Station. That's where the coach ended up taking us. A long 3 1/2 hour drive to London, where our Eurostar train would depart. We had packed lunches, made our way through customs, and played Euchre waiting for our train. All of us were exhausted on the train, I remember getting into the "Chunnel" (The tunnel under the English Channel), and remember freaking out about not knowing any French besides Hello, Goodbye and Thank You. We got into Paris at about 5PM their time, because France is only 1 hour ahead of the UK. After getting off of the train, I was emmersed in a language that I had never spoken, and it was all around me. Our couriers and professor in charge led us to the French Metro to get us to our hotel. We all successfully made it to our hotel, and found our small quarters where we would be staying for 4 amazing nights.

I made my way down to Matt's room and asked what he had in store for the evening's festivities and Matt, myself, and Fran decided getting our bearings was the most important part of the first night of Paris. We walked... basically that's the night. Saw the musee's, the National Palace, and some of the river Seine. Matt, Fran, Rachel (our person we picked up out of another group), and myself were starving at around 7PM. So we looked for a cafe' and found a Greek one that served amazing pizza. I picked out an amazing 10 euro bottle of Bordeaux and we ended up having a great meal, once again followed by great conversation. Fran's Parisian dream was to grab a bottle of red and drink it down by the River Seim. We almost lived up to that dream... we bought a few bottles of red, took it back to the hotel and watched French tv. in Matt's room. Matt translated Scream 3 which was helpful because I hadn't seen the movie before. We ended up taking a late night walk through Paris, and really just had a relaxing night compared to the next few. I fell asleep that night to the sound of snoring, and couldn't wait to begin my first whole day in Paris.