Last Thursday I took a coach from London to Paris which took only seven hours and cost only 40 pounds. If I had planned ahead I could have taken the eurostar for the same price but c'est la vie. Anyways, to briefly recap: The coach drove to the chunnel where it entered into this train cabin. It was one of the oddest travel experiences I have ever had. The picture to the left is from the inside of the large train car in which buses, coaches and cars entered and were shuttled under the English Channel. I arrived in Paris around ten that night and had to feel my way back to the Orange Cave (where I am staying with my friend Ann, so named because of it's slanted roof and orange paint). I had not planned before and did not have an address or a metro stop so I was very happy to discover I found my way back to it even after a year had passed. Friday passed without any photos but it was a very pleasant day to walk around Paris and reacquaint myself with the area. Saturday we (for the remainder of this post 'we' consists of Ann and I) joined old friends for the Pride Parade of Paris. The following photos are some of my favorites that I took with my point and shoot! Enjoy!
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