3rd March 2015 – Paris, France
Its the city of love. And I find love in old friends. Who magically turn up out of nowhere. The world is actually a village. Minuscule at best. And finding old friends in the world, is my best flair.
I had a pounding feeling in my heart when I landed in Paris CDG. Again, I was panicking. Here I was, with an Indian passport and no job, entering Europe for the next 3 months. If that is not the recipe for an immigration fiasco, I don’t know what is.
Wonder of wonders, the immigration officer quickly scanned my passport, and stamped the entry, all in under 5 seconds! I was beyond stunned!
I love Paris from the moment I landed. I knew it was multi-cultural, but the extent totally blew me away. From the moment I landed, there were people of all colours and races everywhere. I blended in here so easily, that people were already assuming I was French!
After checking into my hostel in Montmartre, I met an old friend of mine, who was also vacationing in Paris. Vaida is from Lithuania, and we met before in Singapore through couchsurfing. We first saw the Montmartre area, especially the Basilica of the sacred heart, or scare coeur in French, where I took my picture of the day. And after the night fell, we grabbed a few beers, and headed to the Eiffel, enjoying its view against the river.
The beers kept us sufficiently warm through the cold Paris winds.