Day 1: Arrival in ParisApr 30, 2012
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| Michael was so fantastic. He caught many trains out to the airport to meet me. Then we both caught a taxi to my apartment. We arrived in an hour rather than the two hours predicted by the apartment managers so whiled away our time chatting over coffee. Michael in his absent-minded way had convinced himself, or rather not paid attention, to what I had been saying over the last month, and believed I was staying in another location altogether. The location I chose was fine, but I'd have to say that the apartment is a dump: dismal, tasteless, poorly furnished, and looking its age. The photos of it do it more than justice. A month here will be a long time. Typical of my cost cutting approaches, usually because others think I am extravagant. The same applies to economy class airfares. Why did I even think that I should have travelled economy in the first place? After dumping my clothes there, we did some basic shopping and then walked to Michael's apartment for dinner. He'd gone to such expense and had laid on a feast. His apartment was bright, clean, contemporary and stylish. I actually didn't find the stairs that much of a challenge. His apartment has wonderful views across the rooftops to the Pompidou Centre. But I am so tired now and have a headache. So after Michael walked me home, I unpacked, and have settled down to write this. |
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