A room that you’re scared to sleep in. We are once again on a train. Our luggage system has been streamlined and each trip we find more organizational resources within ourselves to keep our luggage to a minimum. We still look like the traveling circus but we are now travelling with eight bags instead of eleven. We arrived in Paris tired and crusty and in major need of a place to stay; which meant that following our favourite tradition of inability to plan because of lack of internet and phone, we were walking the streets trying to find a place.
After staying in Taize for two weeks, we were a little shocked that the places below a one-star where you are sure that only cockroaches would want to live cost 70 Euro a night, but it’s true. Since Paris is the most visited city in the world it is little wonder that beggar’s can’t be choosers.
So, we settled for the room we were scared to sleep in and left as soon as we had dropped our bags. I should also note that there were no bathrooms in the hall but that there was one bathroom for each floor and that their entrance was on the winding staircases with steps just large enough to make Simeon plummet down them every time he had to step out of the washroom. Oh joy.
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