The Day After is More Painful than the Day of!
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Trust me on this one. Okay, what NOT to do in Paris: Run a Marathon! What a good way to ruin an otherwise wonderful experience. I mean, Paris was arguably my favorite city that wasn't San Francisco in the entire world and now... Well, of course I still like it. But the memories. That kind of pain doesn't leave your mind. I had no motivation to walk anywhere. In Paris! The city that's made for walking (almost). Well, we did manage to site see a bit (there's the arc!) and eat and walk around. Unfortunately, we also had the bright idea to get a massage. Yeah, it sounds great, especially after a huge run. But it's a terrible idea if the person who is giving you the massage is inflicted with influenza resembling something like tuberculosis combined with bubonic plague. So, yeah, a day or two later I got pretty sick. Oh well.
After walking around during the day, we met up with one of Jens's friends from Australia who had decided to move to Paris from Sweden because of a French guy she'd met in Australia. She lived in the area by the Sacre Coure and she showed us around her neighborhood and then took us to one of the best restaurants we had been to in Paris. Jens had rabit and I had duck and we all shared a bottle of Bordeaux. I couldn't even try to walk down the steps from her neighborhood, though. We got a cab and went back to the hotel.