Food, Sleep and then Party!
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The tickets were sold out!! We would have to run around ditching the ticket taker guy the whole time! This also meant no seats to actually sleep in! We weren't about to miss New Years in
Samantha and Mark got caught by the ticket guy but he never came back to collect their money! Charles and I found a few seats to sleep for an odd hour or so. We would get up whenever we saw the ticket guy. Jesse I think found a corner to curl up and kind of died... Poor Jesse had the hardest time of it as he is vegetarian and the very small meal car only had meat sandwiches and orange juice. He was looking at almost 24 hours without actual food. Not eating for a day will really save you money but makes you really low on energy!
Once we finally got to
After dropping off our stuff we went to the food market to get some groceries. We also had to get something Jesse could eat and pronto. He laid down on the couch while we went and got the food. He felt a lot better after that though he declined to go out and eat with us preferring to stay put on the couch. Samantha, Charles and I went to the sushi place down the street. We probably would have gone to the Thai place right under our apartment but we sushi sounded to good to be true. The food was pretty good and I got a kick out of the Japanese guy saying “au revoir” to us.
After that it was major nap time! We slept until about 10pm and then had a
few drinks before heading out to meet up with Mark. The whole city
seemed to have been partying for hours already. We felt silly when we
realized we could have just brought the champagne with us! Only at home
can you not have alcohol on a Metro or out on the streets! Everybody
was very merry with shouts of ‘bonne année’ ringing through the
streets. I though this was interesting as the direct translation is
simply Good Year rather than Happy New Year. Eh when in
walked around with Mark for an hour getting his quick walking tour of
the city. We bought a cheap bottle of champagne for 10 Euro as people
had set up tables and were just selling them on the street. Eventually
we went back over to the Arc de Triomphe and the
there we wandered the city some more amid the partying and continual
shouts of ‘bonne année’. It reminded me of when I was a kid and would
go to church. There was always a part where you would turn to everyone
around you and greet them. Strangers or relatives it didn’t matter.
Everyone would ‘congratulate’ with a ‘bonne année’ everyone they saw.
It was really rather neat. We found a nice café over by the Louvre and
got hot chocolates and dessert. The best part about
everything died down and we took a taxi home as the metro was closed.
The taxi driver was the first and only person we met in