I fell in love, in love with the city of Paris. It wasn't love at first sight, I had been there a number of times and not noticed it's true beauty until I got the opportunity to live there.
This particular night was a high point in my love affair, Tom and I had gone to the Monoprix (supermarket) and bought are bottles of the cheapest wine they sold. Packed in a backpack along with a few of the flimsy plastic cups that the hotel supplied in our rooms and we were ready to go. We grabbed Andy on the way out and off we went to begin our evening, jumping on the ever so efficient metro to head into the city.
I was sitting on the train ever so quietly, just remembering how much fun this city had provided me with and how much I was going to miss it when I leave when we reached our destination and jumped off the train. It was late in the evening, probably around 9-9.30ish but still in the midst of summer so there was enough light. We chose a spot on the champ de mars with enough grass to sit on and a view to die for. Right in front of us was the big and wondrous tour de Eiffel (Eiffel Tower), the evening was spent drinking a lot of red wine.
As it got later the tower began to light up and flash, and bottles began emptying. I felt my youth a lot in that evening, getting tipsy in public areas, laying down talking endlessly for hours, running around and having far too much fun.
We soon realised it was getting quite late and we really didn't need much more wine so we ran to catch one of the last trains back. Remembering we didn't actually have any metro tickets left we thought we would do what everyone else in Paris does and jump over the barriers.
They have a rotating barrier that moves once your ticket is inserted and then some form of plastic swinging doors. As I jumped over the first rotating one the person in front of me held open the swinging doors for me and I got through. However what we didn't realise is that the swinging doors don't open unless the ticket has been through either so when Andy tried to go through she slammed straight into doors which provided me with falling to the ground laughter.
The train back was a blur, I was getting sleepy and knew the night was almost over, as we got back Andy went to bed and Tom and I proceeded to do the same. But as usual we thought it would be the most fabulous idea to go down to the kitchen to grab something to eat, so once again we drunk ate and regretted it the moment afterwards.
Paris my love, you gave me a night I will remember.