After a blissfully uneventful ride from Luxembourg to Paris, we got in with tired bones and worn down spirits. We dragged ourselves to our hostel, a cramped and crowded space with three beds stacked on top of the other and just enough room to stand. There was no WifF or warm water, but that's what you get for $17 per night I suppose.
We left early in the morning, happy to be free of the constricting space, and bought day passes to take the metro to the various locations around Paris. We saw all the major sights: from the Notre Dame to the Eiffel Tower to the Sacré-Cœur.
When we visited the Eiffel Tower during the day, I was underwelmed. 'This is it?' I thought to myself. 'Why, it looks exactly like pictures. I might as well have just looked at it online.' However, my initial reaction was erased when the sun set and the Parisian magic began. The sky darkened, revealing a majestic light show displayed on the facade of the tower. The lights twinkled like fireflies, and for a moment all was right and beautiful in the world.
The next day we spent the entirety of our day in the Louvre, renowned as the home of the Mona Lisa. Although I found the Mona Lisa to be rather disappointing, the rest do the museum was anything but. We spent a whole day in the museum, and even still there were so many sections that we failed to visit.
Besides museums and attractions, the food of Paris was also spectacular. We feasted like queens on buttery croissants, freshly warm crepes, and the best macaroons in the world. We were all enchanted with Paris, and it was hard to leave. However, I couldn’t help but be excited for the final leg of our journey, a place of pizza, pasta and Popes, oh my!