Pamplona was nice, but now I've been turned loose on the City of Lights. I woke up at the airport this morning, and I ate my little bag of airline peanuts for breakfast. Then, I went to the airport bookstore, and I purchased a cheap, paperback French dictionary for approximately $14. I found a taxi once I made my way out of the airport, and I was amused to discover that my driver was, in fact, a mime. I felt secure knowing we were safe inside our invisible glass box. Pepe the French mime drove me to Hotel de le Tour Eiffel. I was tempted to pay him with invisible money, but I forked over $30 for the cab fare.
I checked into the hotel, and made my deposit of $222 (www.tripadvisor.com). From there, Pepe escorted me to the Eiffel Tour. It was close to 1:00 in the afternoon, and when I mentioned something about being hungry, Pepe pulled a baguette out from under his hat. I was almost finished eating when Pepe's cab got a flat tire. He didn't have a spare, so he tried calling a tow truck. Unfortunately, Pepe was most definitely a mime. Therefore, I thanked him for the ride, and I started off on my own.
It was dusk by the time I made it to the Eiffel Tower. I paid $46.86 (www.tripadvisor.com) for a trip up inside the world-famous landmark. At the top, I admired Paris in all of its beauty. Such a place certainly must have inspired Hemingway while he was still blooming as a young writer.
I managed to steal a hobo's bicycle outside of the cafe in which I ate my evening meal. I rode the bicycle back to Hotel de le Tour Eiffel and got some much deserved rest.
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