Louisa May Alcott
When Paris was set as one of my destinations, the only thing that came to mind was Eiffel Tower at night.
The term “City of Love” has little meaning to me.
To fulfill my wish, my friend booked an accommodation which was within a walking distance to the Eiffel Tower.
My journey to Paris wasn’t a smooth sailing. Since I was on a budget trip, I decided to travel by a night train hence cutting cost on the accommodation. Unfortunately, at that time, the whole France was on a strike, affecting the public transportation. The train didn’t arrive and I was stranded at the Central Milan Station (of all places!)
It was scary since that station wasn’t a safe place when night comes. I could see that people were being handcuffed here and there. Police officers were everywhere. The station was locked from within so there wouldn’t be any people coming in or going out.
My eyes were barely opened but sleeping wasn’t an option. Desperate to get out of there, I opted to take the earliest bus out of Central Milan Station to Malpensa Airport. I looked for the earliest flight out to Paris and found Easyjet airline which departed at 6 am.
The problem didn’t stop there. I brought three pieces of stuff with me – main luggage, backpack and camera bag. Easyjet only allowed for 1 carry-on. Other commercial airlines would allow me to bring both camera bag and backpack on board, but not Easyjet. Like it or not, I had to check-in my tiny backpack for another extra $$$ which wasn’t cheap.
Finally arrived in Paris, the city of love did not live to my expectation at all. There was no love in the city. People were quite selfish, unlike the people I met in the other European countries. I was pushed when hopping out of the train while dragging my heavy luggage but none of them bother to apologize.
Oh well, at least I managed to visit the Eiffel Tower at night and the view didn’t disappoint me. Absolutely stunning. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same about the tower during the day 😀
Thousands of tourists during the day and the beggars didn’t even give you the chance to take photos. They kept on pressing you on buying their keychains. They just wouldn’t leave you alone -sigh-
Will I go again to Paris? Hmm I might have to think twice ^-^