Paris was beautiful, but cashless it was a bit of an annoying situation, they went into another hotel and Mark went to the front desk and asked if they exchanged money, the reply: Of course, monsieur. Luck seemed to have changed. "Your room number? monsieur." Continued the receptionist.
So far, so good, and then he asked that, "We're not in this hotel" replied Mark "but if you could help us, we would be really grateful".
"I'm sorry, monsieur, but we only have the currency exchange service for our guests" The desk guy added.
"Thanks" Mark replied, as he turned to Mireya and repeated "Room Number" he sighed "They only exchange money to their guests."
Once they left the building the sun was gone and Paris revealed her night sight to them, the dark navy sky and the lighted buildings made them feel like they were on a post card, it was just beautiful, they were tired and apparently unlucky, so they started looking on to the Parisian sights that appeared before their eyes, and of course they kept knocking on hotel doors just to get one of two answers: "No Exchanges" or "Your Room Number?" which led to the first answer, he would gave out a "merçi" and they'd kept walking.
Looking for a currency exchange they went into a hotel where they were told they could get some euros at an exchange place that was on Champs Élysées, they thanked the man and went out.
"Champs Élysées it is" Mark said
"What!?" Mireya shouted quite upset "Are you out of your mind? You've no idea
'bout what's where in Paris! How do you expect to find that place?!"
"Oh... Watch Me!" Mark replied
"If it was thing of ONLY watching I wouldn't mind but I have to crawl next to you! Going god knows where!" Mireya was tired, upset and penniless so obviously Mark was in huge trouble.
Mark decided that the best was to just stay quiet and keep walking towards Champs Élysées, not that he really knew where that avenue was, not really knowing where he was exactly but he walked with a decided and strong step through the Parisian streets. Mireya followed him upset almost stomping her feet against the floor in protest, but she kept a slight distance until they arrived to La Place du la Concorde, when she finally spoke "Ok genius, what now?"
"Well, we're at ..." Mark had no idea so he pulled out the map, opened it and started looking for references.
"You've no idea where we are" Mireya was half happy to snort at him and half pissed, but right now she was enjoying as he was completely lost. "Ugh, this sucks."
"We, mademoiselle, are at La Place du La Concorde" said Mark proudly.
"Huh" Mireya turned and saw him, and when she was about to ask him how he knew but she saw the map on his hands so it crossed her mind that it was best not to push his ego, then managed to ask "And how are we supposed to get to Champs Élysées, Einstein?"
"Well, they're actually pretty close" he replied noticing how hard was to impress her "they kinda come all the way to this place so there should be a sign here somewhere, we'll find them soon, you'll see"
She knew he had no idea where how to find them but he seemed overly confident, like he knew exactly where he was and where he had to go now, that attitude irritated her "Fine, lead the way, mister Paris expert" she finally added.
He saved the map back into his bag and kept walking under the golden evening sky for a couple of minutes when an old lady bumped with them.
"Pardon" she said with a very rough and raspy French.
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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...
