This is the post that describes the rest of what I did on my last day in Paris! I'm actually going to start by writing about my dinner the night before, since it was a neat experience. You may remember from earlier posts that I was at the Eiffel Tower during bad weather, after a very long and exhausting day. While I was on the first level of the tower (I started on the second, then when down one), I considered buying some food and heading straight to the hostel to go to bed, but a part of me felt that it wouldn't quite be the full Parisian experience I wanted, and that I should go find a restaurant that my guide book recommended near the tower. I was literally about to collapse, and did not want to go anywhere but bed, however the sandwiches at the Eiffel Tower cafe did not look appetizing in the slightest, and so I prayed that the restaurant would be good and that I would have the energy to make it there. When I got there, it was a cute little place and I happened to be the only customer. The man spoke a little English with me, and I got a good dinner! I had duck with yummy potatoes and mushrooms and a salad, and it was divine. I loved it! I'm so glad that my day ended so well with the Eiffel Tower and the delicious Parisian dinner.
The next day started off quite well too, as I went to Rue Cler, a cute Parisian market street, to assemble a good picnic.
I ate the picnic later in the day, after I saw the Opera Garnier, when I was at the Place de Voges, a park next to the Victor Hugo house that I toured. The Victor Hugo house was nice. There wasn't anything super spectacular inside, but since he is my favorite author is was nice to give my respects. There was a photograph, painting and Rodin sculpture of Victor Hugo that I liked.
This trip was quite hard on my body. I arrived early to the train station because I couldn't do anymore. I felt so sick and sore, and I mentally and physically could not do anymore. The combination of sore legs for 6 days, plus my period, plus carrying all of my belongings that last day pretty much put me over the edge. I think the moral of this traveling story is to always arrive and depart around check-in and check-out times, so I never carry my stuff around. I want to be smarter with my luggage choice, and stay at nice hotels where I feel secure leaving my things there, and I have my own personal space to be at the end of the day instead of the hostel. Not that the hostel was a bad experience, but there were always other people around. I also need to stop doing too much in one day, and plan my vacations with more days than things to do. This has been such a whirlwind trip. I'm so glad that I've done it, for sure, but my body/mind can probably never handle a trip like this again.
I had a headache as I started back to London on the train, and it kept growing worse and worse, and eventually it turned into nausea. It may have been one of the most miserable I've been. When I got into London I tried to find motion sickness pills for the plane the next day, but only found pain killers, which did the trick in the end anyway. Coming into London after being in Paris felt familiar and comfortable. Again, just when i feel like I am comfortable with the city and know how to maneuver, I'm leaving. I kept thinking how fun it would be to return to London and Paris one day with Julia. I hope that someday it will happen!