Life stories

What happens in Paris...

So this is a flashback to the Grand Summer of 2014, the time we traveled through Europe, from Paris to Amsterdam to...

Well, 2014, Germany won Fifa World Cup. Let's just say 1.5 million people paraded in Berlin the DAY that we were gonna go.

The whole karma thing, from this to the airport.

This is a story of Paris, more importantly the subways in Paris. They are crowded as all hell down there.
Nonetheless, my dad thought of a GREAT idea where a group of 8 ( my family and some relatives) would take the subway.

Let me tell you something. No one or no thing is going to wait for you at Paris.  To waiter, no taxi, no nothing.

So how do you think 8 people in a subway worked?

Yeeah...

To be fair, we went around okay in the upper levels of the subway, where the wait time was longer.

But then we went deeper...

Too deep...

To the bowels of the subway...

Also known as a flight of stairs down, but it was worse nonetheless.

The place smelled worse than the upper areas (which is a miracle in and of itself), and they have these gates that show where the doors of the train will be once it stops.

For some odd reason, they thought that the door markings made traffic easier ( and no they didn't) they sped up the train docking by a bit, so this is when the chaos happens.

So we are waiting on a bench for the train, and when we get on, our relatives get left behind. Greaaaaat, now we have to wait. We got off at the next station and waited. Cue jeopardy music while we wait...

Doo doo doo do do doo etc.

5 minutes later, our relatives arrive. Now, this station isn't our stop, so even though we said "stay for the next train" my oldest sister has the BRILLIANT idea TO HOP ON THE GODDAMN TRAIN!! LIKE WHAT IS HER THOUGHT PROCESS?!

Never trust a teenage girl

Or girls in general...

Anyway, after the whole subway fiasco, we went to the louvre, I ate a goat cheese sandwich (salty as hell, goat cheese is) and we took a TAXI home, thank goodness.