After 15 hours of travelling, I finally arrived in Paris France. It was 8:30 in the morning and I couldn’t check in to my hotel so I just wandered around the city. I went on the metro, went to the Eiffel tower, the Champs Elysee…Then it started pouring rain. I ducked into a Printemps department store but they all gave me an evil look because I frankly looked like a homeless person in my jeans and baggy sweatshirt (at least in French standards), so I ended up back in the rain strolling the Champs Elysee. Crossing the street I slipped and fell on my butt right when the light turned green. So the drivers had to wait for me to get up and skulk over to the sidewalk before they could go. Then I got hit in the head by a kamikaze pidgeon. I almost cried! Thats the great thing about travelling alone, no one to hold you back and no one to laugh at you when you get hit by pidgeons