Paris? Did she say Paris?
“Uh, I have my passport,” I offered helpfully, as if every flight attendant in the airport did not have her passport, a mandatory item.
“Do you have your French visa?”
I flashed back to that entire day off I had “wasted in line” at the French embassy, griping that I would never get to use that visa.
“Yes.”
“Go to gate 68B. Run!”
The flight was a blur. I was going to Paris, with a 24-hour layover!
Since it was a red-eye flight, the crew and I were exhausted upon arrival. I went to my hotel room to take a 4-hour power nap so I could have the stamina to see Paris.
When I woke up, I immediately went to the front desk to get a map so I could walk around. I had spent a week in Paris in college, so I had already done all the touristy things: the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Élysées , the Louvre, the Picasso Museum, the Musee d’Orsay, the Pompidou Center. This trip was just about wandering.
I gawked at the stunning architecture all around me.
I gawked at the stunning architecture all around me.
I people-watched in the park. I shopped in little shops.
I practiced my French. I pretended I lived there. Later, I went for a run near the Eiffel Tower. For one day, I was Parisian.
It was the best trip to Indianapolis I never had.
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Yay! I spent three days in Paris once - independent and alone - had a blast even though I have ZERO skills when it comes to French. C'est le vie!
ReplyDeleteWe went to Paris on our honeymoon in 2009. LOVED IT! Saving to go back.
ReplyDeleteHow awesome is that!
ReplyDeleteLove your story about the Paris layover.
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Monti
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