Ciao Milano, Bonjour Paris !

Today we had to catch a flight back to Paris around noon. Luckily, our hotel offered free breakfast. It was buffet style - quality typical to that of US hotels. They had a whole basket of croissants with nutella, pizza, amongst other things. The cappucinno I had was good, but the food was... eh... Croissants kinda dry but with nutella, it tasted ok. (Nutella fixes everything!) The pizza was actually decent though.

We went back to the train station to catch the shuttle back to the airport, and another Italian guy asks us for directions! It's weird because this is the third time this has happened (and they always ask us in English). hahaha, I really don't think we look like locals just by the way we dress and look.

Anyway, when we got to the airport, we ended up getting off at the wrong terminal. Arghh, we had to go back to another shuttle stop and wait for the next shuttle to take us back. While we were waiting, this older Italian guy across the street was yelling at us in Italian and waving his hands all over the place. We were like WTF? Maybe he's telling us we are at the wrong shuttle stop. We cross the street, while he is getting on his shuttle, and continues to yell at us in Italian and wave his hands all over the place a la Russell Peters. Raf was like "we don't speak Italian. Is this going to Terminal 2?" He responds by screaming in Italian, then saying "Tear-mee-nal two ovah there!"

Uhhhh, okay. To this day we have no idea what he was talking about and why he was screaming at us in Italian. Now we really can't wait to get back to Paris!

Russell Peters on Italians


When we finally arrived around 5pm, we dropped off our stuff and literally went downstairs and grabbed a sandwich grecques.

Remember this? Vivre la France ! It was SOO GOOD!


Oh la la, this was SOOO SATISFYING. After we gobbled this down, we just stayed in and unpacked/settled down. We later went out again for another snack. Stopped by another random cafe on our way to the Super Marche and had Soupe de L'oignon (French onion soup) and Chocolat Chaud (hot chocolate). Through much of this trip, only real French I have been speaking is when I order in restaurants. hah! The waiter was patient with me and responded back to me in French. Across from the cafe, was Notre Dame. What a site - it is so insanely beautiful at night. I can't believe that this is part of everyday life here in Paris.



After our snack, we decided to take a random trip to the Louvre. The Louvre is also extremely beautiful at night.

Me doing the Ginger eyes. This picture doesn't do it justice.


But this one does:


After the Louvre, we strolled around Saint-Michel and Saint-Germain. Raf was starting to lose it, so I had to "take him around." ;) Ah, we are so lucky that Timo lives in a great area! It's good to be back. =)