For me, the concept of hopping on a train to Paris for a quick look at the Eiffel Tower seems pretty far fetched. For most Brits though, a visit to “Gay Paree” is so simple that it’s viewed as your average weekend trip. My weekend journey was certainly far from average. I apologize for the delay in reporting on my excursion, but hopefully you will enjoy reading up on some of the highlights I experienced while in Paris.
I was woken up at 6:30 AM friday morning by the sound of my alarm, and a reminder note that read “GET UP AND GET MOVING TO PARIS!”. My travel crew and I (a group of 10 of us) met downstairs in our building lobby, and headed to the Eurostar station to catch a 7:55 train. The two- hour ride itself was painless (with the time difference we only lost an hour), and to be honest I slept through most of it. I knew once we got to Paris, our two days were going to be packed with exploring and sightseeing, and I wanted to make sure I had enough energy as possible.