From London to Paris

We were very sad to leave London, but we were glad we saw everything we had wanted to see and more. It was a little sad walking out of our Brixton flat for the last time.
       So to get to Paris we took the Eurostar which is supposed to take two and a half hours... supposed to... Apparently we hit somebody on the tracks and the trip ended up taking almost 6 hours.
     Once we made it to the Paris train station we instantly noticed it was dirtier and a little more sketchy than London ever felt to us. However, right away somebody helped us out by letting us through a subway checkpoint that wasn't working with our tickets. Interestingly enough, everyone who we interacted with was very kind to us contrary to the popular stereotype in America (Madi was right). It was a little daunting being in a place that does not primarily speak English, but nothing to worry about since many English speakers vacation there.

Madi in front of the Sacre Coeur

 The first day in Paris we just went to our flat (unfortunately three hours late due to the fatality on the tracks), explored the neighborhood we were staying in (Montmartre) and went to the highest point in Paris (Sacre Coeur). It's a beautiful cathedral that overlooks most of Paris, and it is a nice place to relax. There are a ton of locals, tourists, street performers and unfortunately a lot of very aggressive street vendors that flood the location.

The steps in front of the Sacre Coeur