On the train from the airport, rumbling through grey and rather uninspiring suburbia, a little rumpled and tired from the long flight, I first saw the Eiffel Tower appearing in miniature in the distance. I had been looking out for it, almost disappointed that it wasn’t immediately visible as I stepped onto French soil. My friend didn’t say anything when she saw me a single tear rolling down her cheek., she smiled and said hello, we walked together, walking along a Paris boulevard, I was in love with every street cafe, every sultry Parisian waiter, until we came to the end of the street and turned left onto the street, we were home she said. I dropped off my bags got a shower and changed and drove straight down to see her family.
The next day, I had to check in to see which flight I had for the next day. It turned out that, I did not need to be in London until the following day. That meant I had two-hole day in Paris. This was the first time I saw Paris.