21 October 2007—catching up a little
Grève may not be a word you’re familiar with, even in translation. It means ‘strike,’ as in, ‘In
How did it effect my daily routine? Well, I don’t take the train or bus daily, so one would think surviving the grève wouldn’t be difficult. One would think. But of course, for one week, I decided to take advantage of my Fridays without class and plan a day-trip with a friend to the neighboring region of
They call it Stanislas because L*&%dz#$*#ski is just too hard to pronounce.
The center of
In my opinion,
70,000 Beds in Paris, and Not a One to Sleep In
Sometimes the strangest things are true.
After the Friday in
, passed by the Louvre and the Musee d’Orsay, then spent the afternoon visiting the Chateau de Versailles, where a towering portrait of one or another King Louis greeted us in every room. We saw the Hall of Mirrors, the Royal Bedchamber, the Chapel, the Gardens. It was all quite amazing. This is a picture of us pretending to be part of
Then, with plenty of time, we took the long tram back into
Of the final
Of the rugby world cup
We tried every option we had (hotels, hostels, friends), and eventually ended up depending on a sympathetic concierge of a Best Western near the train station. “Here’s what you do,” he said, “You stay out in a bar or a club until it closes near two or three am, then you come back here and you can stay in the lobby until six.” So, that’s what we did, although after a full day of exploring the city and a night of intense cold, it wasn’t as grand as it sounds to be stranded in
A well-deserved rest, I’d say.
And that’s how I survived a night stranded in
The day after, I booked my hotel in
To be continued…
With an account of my travels in