From Northampton we took a bus (very much unlike the Greyhound, since it was filled with elderly and elegantly-dressed Englishmen instead of coke dealers) to the airport, and swam across the Channel to Paris where we used a guillotine to decapitate 500,000 Frenchmen, thereby eliminating the strike and allowing us to travel to Paris, which we promptly did.

We landed in Paris and, humming Edith Piaf tunes, leapt onto the metro and steamed into the Ile de la Cite. We checked into the Hotel Du Commerce, (which costs 750euro a night, I don't know how we are affording it on a gap year budget). In reality it is a very cozy little hostel with brightly painted walls and typically surly French service. But a great hotel in a perfect location.

We sped out into the city, for a fun night, the highlights of which included:
-Getting ripped off by a bartender who charged us 7euro for a pint of Leffe (great Belgian beer). Stupid Americans.
-Getting SHUT DOWN by two devastatingly beautiful Russian exchange students who spoke English (although the only words we heard were: "Go away, we are out of your league, stop trying to make flirtatious small talk with us. We are imune to your charming demeanor, overwhelmingly vivacious charisma, and darkly handsome good looks." Or something like that.)
-Drinking a bottle of wine by the Seine.
-Sharing two baguettes stuffed full of pate and camembert at 1AM.
It was a fun night.