The lady who ran the guest house came and picked me up. She is an extremely sweet lady. Right off, she told me how to get to all the monuments, how to get to London, and that she's lived in Paris all her life. She's kicking her daughter out of her room and letting me sleep there. Walking to the guest house, we passed a man on his phone and heard him arguing. She looked at me and smiled.
"I love seeing this. It's very funny to see people arguing on their phone in Paris. I love it," she said.
When we arrived at the guest house, I found it was a flat with two rooms and 9 other travelers staying there. People were asleep on the floor, couch, and hallway. I was lucky to get a bed.
The lady left to get her son, from somewhere. I went out to the balcony and looked out. She entered the flat and stood out with me. She said I could see the Eiffel Tower from there. I looked around but saw nothing. Then, she said it was on the other side of the flat. She took me and we stood on the other balcony. It was lit. I wasn't too excited about Paris, but now, I'm seeing it a little differently.
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