It's 6:27 am. I've been in Paris for 46 hours...
... most of which I've been nearly delirious, or dead asleep. Except at night.
I'm developing a hatred for the custom of traveling overnight. Normal people seem to be able to sleep on planes or buses but I cannot: I can barely sleep at home. Add the discomfort of a coach seat and the excitement of new geography, and it's impossible.
Still, I've managed to get out a bit and see my neighborhood here (the 12e arrondissement, near the Bois de Vincennes) and today/yesterday I walked from here to the centre, following the promenade plantée (a rehabilitated, elevated railroad bed) to the Place de la Bastille, over to Nôtre Dame, back and forth across the Seine, through the Jardin des Tuileries, and finally over to the Eiffel Tower, where I took a few pictures. Then, exhausted, I found a Metro station and straphung my way home. But now I can't sleep! Priceless.
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