I had studied French for who-knows how long. Middle school. High school. A short time in college. I've been lectured on France and Paris for years. Finally I had arrived.
After a much needed do-nothing/laundry day in Brussels at my host's house, I took the high speed train down to Paris. An hour and a half at blazing fast speeds was all it took. I dropped my stuff off at my hostel and set out ASAP (after some savory kebab for lunch).
I stopped by the national Opera house first to check on the spot of the home of the Phantom of the Opera. Definstely the most intimate concert hall I've ever been in; it didn't seat that many people relative to others but it was stunningly gorgeous.
Beyond being huge and having vast collections of art, what's the one thing people think of with reference to the Louvre? Long lines. Well I waited 5 minutes and got in without a problem. I decided to go the first night I was there. The museum was open until 10 that evening and I figured going during dinner time was a smart move. Turns out I was right. There were points in time where I was the only person in a wing of the Louvre - kinna creepy actually.
Beyond the typical Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triumphe I had some good times. I did a day trip out to Versailles and a bicycle tour in Paris another day. I also met a ton of cool people at the hostel I was staying. One even lives in Allston - Roxanne. Another, Lisa, I met up with in Geneva later by chance.
My last day and night there was perfect. It was a Sunday. I slept in a little strolled around the city for a little and got a darn good falafel for lunch, which I ate along the river in perfect weather. That night I bought a Guinness at the hostel bar with the intention of reading a little of my book. I ended up talking for hours with an Aussie, a Brit, a Kiwi, and eventually a Brazilian as well. After a few units of wine, the Brit and I eventually took up arms against one another in the form of foosball to settle that whole Revolutionary War thing. It was a fantastic game, but in the end I was the victor. 'merica!
Kyle Bruley


