On the final day in Paris, I went shopping around the city; however, the only thing I really liked I knew would look better on my mother, so I bought it for her. I then went to the metro to meet a friend of mine who is studying abroad in Paris this semester. As soon as I got there, I realized that I couldn’t find my metro card, so I crossed my fingers as I walked up to the window to buy another, praying that the man spoke English. “Paralez vous anglais?”, and his immediate response was “Do you speak French?”. He then tried to convince me to buy what seemed like 3,000 different deals on metro passes (and when he asked my age I told him I’m 18 even though I am definitely 20). Finally we compromised on me buying a 2-day pass (since I left the next day), and I then proceeded to hand him a 10-pound bill with a large picture of the queen’s face on it, and the man looked at me like I was completely incompetent (which is not entirely false). I finally arrived to meet my friend (only 30 minutes late) and we had a lunch on the Seine. That night, I walked around the city and went into a local crepe shop for dinner. It was the perfect end to a great trip.
Kelly,
It was fun reading your journal and hearing about the adventures (and misadventures) on this trip. From falling in Kensington Palace to losing the Eiffel Tower (ummm…look up), it sounds like you experienced both the ups and downs (literally) of travel. Through it all, I appreciate how you kept your sense of humor and kept your eyes out for interesting scientific and cultural history. I hope all of your future travels work out as well as this one and, of course, I hope it works out between you and Gordon.