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Day 02 ***PARISIAN BREAKFAST***

The alarm on the phone started giving up the notice that it was time to get up Mireya had a bath during the night so it was Mark's turn to get a shower, so half asleep he went in and opened the hot water, look back into the room and saw Mireya still asleep, he smiled and went into the shower.

Few minutes later he came out of the bathroom almost completely dressed and rubbed Mireya's shoulder "Time to get up if you wanna make it to breakfast" but Mireya seemed to be deeply asleep "Mireya?" he whispered "hun, we have to get up now"

Mireya moved and turned around, she opened her eyes slowly and stared at her brother "What's going on?"

Clearly she was still quite asleep "Hey there" he said softly with a smile "we're in Paris remember?"

"Oh, yah" Mireya answered and stretched widely "what time's breakfast?" she finally added when she was awake.

"Like, now" Mark told her as he slide into his sneakers "so time to go, as in, now, that is of course if you wanna have some breakfast at all" he giggled and went into the bathroom to fix his hair.

"Stay in there" Mireya said loudly "I'm gonna change", she opened her suitcase and asked "What should I wear?"

Mark stared at his reflection on the mirror and replied "Well today he have city tour and the Louvre Museum so I'd go for something comfortable cuz it seems we're gonna walk a lot, jeans and a shirt would be a smart option I guess"

"Ok, thanks" Mireya picked up her jeans and pulled on a shirt "This looks ok?" she asked.

"Yeah, whatever, let's just go it's getting late"

Mireya groaned, picked up her stuff and walked out of the room "Fine!"

Mark walked out behind her, he took a room key into his pocket and catches up to his sister at the elevator "Tomorrow I can help you get it all done but we have to get up earlier, ok?"

"Mhmm" was Mireya's only reply, she was upset. The elevator got to the ground floor and she followed her brother heading to the room where they were supposed to meet the tour guide; only thing they had to do was get to the buffet room.

One of the hotel workers was picking up the breakfast tickets, Mark pulled theirs out of his bag and handed them over. Once their tickets were taken they walked into a buffet bar where there was several types of bread, ham and cheese on display, a bit further there were two baskets of fruit with pears, oranges, apples and bananas, some cereal containers marked the division between the solid food and the beverages. They both grabbed a tray, a set of cutlery and a plate, Mark turned to the croissants and grabbed 2 then a couple of slices of ham and cheese and went in to look of a space on a table were they could have breakfast.

He put some of his things on a side, the tray on the table and sat down, he looked into his plate and picked up a croissant, it was warm and soft, seems it was fresh off the oven, then pulled it closer to his lips and pressed against it softly feeling the soft bread giving up to the pressure he was making and slowly it started to separate itself in two; Mark felt the warm of the bread in his mouth and the taste of butter started to pour down his throat, it was simply wonderful, the croissant cover was softly crunchy but soft at the same time and warm softness awaited within to the delight of whoever tried it, it was simply delicious and it was slowly taking him into a swamp of pleasure from where he didn't wanted to move, then he opened his eyes and looked at Mireya sitting in front of him, her eyes were staring at him a bit critical a bit confused and completely impressed.

"What? Are? You doing?" she finally managed to say

"Oh! Um, these croissants are delicious have you tried them?" Mark replied

"Yeah, I guess they are good and you could say so huh?" Mireya let out a sigh "You really should try to be a little bit less ... um ... expressive, I think the whole room could see you rolling your eyes back while you went to heaven" she tried to keep her voice down "Coming back wasn't a duty, could've spared me the shame" she thought.

"Oh! I'm sorry" he let out a little giggle "But honestly, you should try them they are wonderful" he looked at her tray and said "Um, where did you got cereal from?"

"The cereal containers, didn't you saw them? They were right by the milk" she simply answered

"There was milk?!" Mark said almost shouting

"Shh! Yeah, there's milk and juices, seems you weren't really looking at the whole buffet" she took a quick look to his plate "Seems bread, cheese and meat was all you caught up to, you are so predictable"

"Me? Predictable? Why?" was his reply as he walked back towards the buffet table.

"Going for cheese and bread in Paris, and he ask why he's predictable?" Mireya simply thought as he walked away "God he's like the book of clichés" She kept eating her cereal as the thoughts drifted away from her mind, it wasn't that wonderful, then she grabbed her croissant and took a bite "Yeah, this is really good" she thought as she tasted the butter milk flavor "But he's still too flamboyant" Mireya kept eating her breakfast as her brother came back and took his place in front of her he had brought more croissants, ham and cheese, and a bowl of cereal.

"Whoa! I mean its ok that the croissants are good, but why so many? There are like 6" Mireya said surprised as she looked at the tray her brother had come back with.

"Oh yeah! I'm gonna sandwich 'em up" He answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"What?! Oh my god! That is so embarrassing" was her shocked reply on the lack of common sense and behave of her brother.

"Well remember our aunt said food was really expensive here in Paris? And mom said we should save up? Well if we make some sandwiches and take them with us, we'll be prepared for the meal time and won't waste money" He said smiling proudly as Mireya buried herself in her hands ashamed.

Mark grabbed a knife and sliced a croissant in half and stuffed it with ham and cheese, then grabbed a napkin and started wrapping the sandwich; Mireya's face was red and turned brighter as her brother started packing up the sandwiches in his bag. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself when she looked back up at him he was already closing his bag, his face didn't show no signs of shame at all, like what he did was done by everyone else.

A few minutes later, after leaving their trays on the gathering place Mireya walked towards the elevator and waited as her brother catch up to her, they went off to the room to brush their teeth and went back down and to the front desk, Mark asked for the tour group and the receptionist pointed him on the way, they went into a red bus and took their seats together in the middle, nobody was behind them, and in the front seats was an old couple, then a few Latin people came into the bus and sat down, Mark could guess they were south American because of their accents, then another accent came into the bus, it was definitively Latin, but Mark had a rough time to mark where it was from, then he realized it was a Portuguese family.

Mark and Mireya looked at each other and took out their cameras, the tour guide got into the bus and introduced herself, shortly after that the bus started moving and they were off on the road to discover the beautiful city of Paris under the bright morning sun, as the tour bus started heading towards the center of the city to arrive before the façades of wonderful and breath-taking beautiful buildings that stood glorious and proud in front of them.