The hotel that displayed in front of them was just nice; it seemed a perfect expression of minimalist-euro pop-chic, white seemed to be the natural color of everything there, except for some crystal walls that were in neon colors as well as some decorative objects and personal rugs on the lobby, the hotel seemed fresh, new, modern chic, well it was just a splendid place to stay.
Mark and Mireya reached the reception and a beautifully groomed girl with Asian features welcomed them, her hair was pulled back on a bun, her make up flawlessly applied, on her right chest a little card showed her name, Marie, in white letters and above the name were the flags of China, Japan, the United Kingdom and France, so they supposed that she spoke Chinese (probably mandarin), Japanese, French and English.
"I could talk to her in French" Mark said almost whispering to Mireya.
"Yeah and I could talk to her in Chinese" she replied "but that's not gonna happen either, so we'll talk like normal tourists ... in English".
"You had to bring that up?" Mark was a bit upset, but just too little, he was in Paris after all, however he had studied some French and if there was a time it could be useful, the time was now. "Bon soir, Marie!"
"Mark!" Mireya groaned lowly as she nudged him, then addressed to the lady on the reception "Hi, sorry 'bout that, we would like to check our reservations, please".
"Yes, of course miss" Replied Marie "I just need the reservation number, please" She looked up at them and Mireya turned to Mark, he was already handing over the reservation paper with a smile, "Merçi" she said as she grabbed them and started typing the numbers into the computer, then the grabbed two cards and handed them over to Mark "Your keys and your room ..." she was writing down the number on a post-it "... 412, the elevator is on your right down the aisle"
"Thanks" said Mark as he grabbed the keys he turned towards the elevator just to see Mireya half way through, he walked up to her and catch her up in front of the elevator's doors "God I'm tired" he said to her.
The space opened before them and Mireya entered "Which was our room?"
Moments later they were entering room 412; Mark let himself fell on his bed and watched his sister do the same. After a few moments she turned to him and said "So, we're in Paris"
"Yeah" he answered as he sat on the bed and looked at her "Wanna go get your cake?"
"Aww, yeah; but where?" Mireya replied "Plus we didn't changed our dollars for euros"
"Well in that case we should go out because we'll need euros at some point." Mark said while he started packing up his stuff into his bag. "We can get euros in the main desk; I mean in every hotel they change currencies, right?"
"Yeah, ok, let's go" Mireya added while getting her stuff following her brother out of the room.
Back at the main desk Mark asked the guy that was in if they could get euros there.
"Oh I'm sorry" answered the attendant "We don't have currency exchanges here"
Mark turned to Mireya "What the heck are we gonna do now?" Mireya's eyes looked back at him; "Great" he thought, then turned back to the receptionist "Excuse me, you know where we could get dollars now?"
"Oh, yes, just in front of the Opera" he said and pulled out a map for them "It's right here" he said pointing at a spot in the map "You can use the subway two blocks away and get off in the Opera station" he finished handling Mark the map.
"Thank you" said Mark grabbing the map and went to the hotel lobby where his sister was waiting for him "Now, how are we supposed to get there?" he said to Mireya.
She sighed and opened her purse "We should've got euros before we came here" she thought and pulled 5 euros from her purse "I have this but I'm not sure if it will be enough for us both"
Mark stared at her and then replied "Well, we won't lose anything by checking that up, will we?"
"No, I guess you are right" she said as they got on their way out of the hotel "Where do we go now?"
"It should be a subway station two blocks away from here, or so it shows on the map" Mark said folding the map back and moving around the hotel.
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ChickLitFor Mireya it was a chance to take a relaxing vacations of beautiful sights through Europe. For Mark it was the chance to walk through all the places he had read in books and seen in films. Their trip simply wouldn't go as planned for either one of...
