I figured I’d better finish writing about my Europe trip now even though I’m really keen to write about my adventures in China. Here goes!

Lucky me, I had the cabin all to myself on my way back to Paris! The sleepers are actually quite comfortable if the ceiling isn’t right in your face.

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Killing time

Train conductor came to have a chat with me, I forgot what we talked about. As part of the Italian culture, I allowed him to kiss me twice (once on each cheek) when we bade goodbye, but he requested a kiss on the lips saying two kisses is for French/Italian (I forgot) and three kisses is for Italian/French! Nice try. I refused and locked my cabin door once he left.

I found this amazing little craperie that was located literally around the corner at 2 rue sauval.

Creperie St Eustache

I LOVE CREPES! “Very thin pancakes,” as Hert would put it. Can’t resist a nutella crepe every now and again in Paris and London. They served both savoury and dessert crepes here and the owners were really kind and friendly towards me.

So I was walking about around The Louvre when an elderly man approached me and asked if I’m going to the museum. I wasn’t because I thought it was closing, it closes at 10pm on Wednesdays and Fridays. He told me he’s a teacher and he has some special teacher’s pass to the museum and that he’d meet me near the Mona Lisa if I’d like and give me a little tour. I thought it’s not a bad idea. He asked for my name shook my freezing hand, then began warming my small palms. I still thought he was just being nice.

We met near the Mona Lisa and one interesting bit he told me was that if you walked from one side to another while looking at her, her eyes seem to follow you. It’s true! The Mona Lisa was way smaller than I’d imagined and it’s protected quite a distance behind glass and you don’t get to stand up-close to view it . Here’s where it starts getting creepy. He wanted to hold my hand during the tour of the museum claiming I’m cold and he wants to keep me warm. We walked around the museum while he gave me some insides on some of the painting before he had to leave for class, that’s when he said, “Would you like to come to my place to see my tower after my class?” Fuck, no?!

That’s the end of this entry. More about London next.