We flew into Paris on June 26, 2001, after an emotional good-bye, probably because everyone but me (Katie) knew that Brian was going to propose during the trip. Neither of us slept on the plane ride, so we were very tired when we arrived.
After buying a couple of French phone cards, we finally figured out the phones and reserved a hotel room. Then it took awhile to get out of the airport to the hotel, taking a shuttle to the metro and then taking the metro a fair way into the city.
But after that we got some lunch food at a grocery store. We were looking for a nearby park or somewhere to sit outside and eat and we luckily stumbled upon the Eiffel tower. Then Brian proposed and after telling him, “Shut up” several times, Katie accepted.
After that we caved in and took a well-needed 4-hour jet-lag enduced nap. We went to eat and had a meal that can only be described as “creamy.”
On our way back to our hotel we got caught in a downpour. Still having all of our foreign currency on us for the whole trip, it got drenched. So our hotel room looked like some kind of spy operation as we tried to dry out our 5 different currencies. Of course they never fully dried and it smelled the rest of the trip.
The next day we visited Notre Dame, the Memorial de la Deportation, and the Île Saint Louis.
We had a less creamy dinner and headed back to our hotel to prepare for our next destination: Heidelberg, Germany.