Or as they call it quatorze juliette. We all took the Metro to the B's hotel where ellen is now also staying. From the right bank to the left bank. A bit dirtier than the tube in London, but I oredred the tickets in French and Patrick and Nic look to me for help now. Truly most people do not speak english. We got a bit lost out of the metro and by accident I asked a woman "Parlez vous francais?" I mean to ask for english, but she gave me directions I understood.
We met with the rest of the group and walked around the Tour Eiffel for a bit and went to the restaurant for the WORST dinner and service ever-the place was just overwhelmed with the holiday-Marshall cancelled his meal, the rest of ate quickly or took it to their room for the best view of the fireworks-the show was great.
We left at 11:30 pm and never made it across the river to our hotel room until 2 am. .Nic, Patrick and I walked for over 2 hours-the crowd was large and a bit scary. We found a taxi just before 2 am. We never plan to be here again on this day unless we are safely ensconced in the Hilton Eiffel Tower like Ellen and the B's. For now it's part of our experience.
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