The Last Tango in Paris
Finally the post about our trip to Paris... I have been waiting for months to write this one, but now that it's time I really can't begin to talk about it and I am worried that if I start I wouldn't be able to stop. It was jut 5 days we spent there over the new years but it feels like we were living there for ages. Memory is starting to fade and I don't want to delve too deep in fear of an overwhelming crave to go back. After much praying to Caillech (goddess of weather) we reached Paris safely albeit with a delay of 3 hours. Very tired after a day spent at stations and airports we started our journey to the hotel from the Airport. A train to a particular metro stop and then hop on another line to reach the hotel stop. Old matchbox carriages, too many stairs at the stations, quite dirty too but one look at the Eiffel tower all lit up in the evening (from the train) one can forget all the inconveniences. I just stared wonder struck, am I really in paris? am I seeing this...