It wasn’t to be our night. By the time we arrived at the Eiffel Tower, the lights were off. As a matter of fact, we stood one block away and couldn’t see it in the darkness.
We were disappointed to say the least, and my husband took the opportunity to show his disgruntlement in the fashion I mentioned earlier.
We were hungry and cranky when we noticed the lights from a not too distant restaurant. Praying for it to be open, we crossed the street and headed to the door.
Immediately a man met us at the entrance to explain to us in French that he was cleaning but closed. I replied back in French, thanking him and excusing ourselves. He went back in to his establishment, and we turned to leave.
We had only made it a few steps from the shop when two men came out to ask us (in English) where we were from. When we told them we were Canadian, they offered to let us in to use their facilities and get a drink while they cleaned up.
As it turned out, their fantastic Parisian hospitality did not end there. By the time we were ready to leave after lingering for more than an hour, we had eaten a delicious middle eastern meal, drank a beer and wine, emptied our digestive systems and enjoyed some fantastic multi-cultural conversation.
At the end of the night one of our latest companions asked if he could take our photo, we agreed on the condition we could snap one of him too.
I have many friends who would love an apartment in Paris, and though I would not be inclined to neighbour with them, I have to admit, it is individual moments with fabulous people that make travel mishaps and personal preferences fade to the background.
It also helps that Paris is filled with gorgeous architecture.
Refreshed and with full bellies, we made the decision to fly to our next destination in the UK. We thought we would head to the airport for a nap so we could get an early start on our journey in the morning.
Additional photos in the slideshow.